The Tale of the Clean House and Dirty Mind

Recently I read one of those articles that made me say "Well duh. I could have told you that without all the research."

A study in the Journal of Family Issues concluded that the more time both members of a married couple spent doing chores, the more often they had sex.

I like to call it recognition for efforts well done.

In our household we both work but the majority of housecleaning falls into my sad little bucket since I work from home. Now I'm not interested in starting the entire stereotype debate of women's work etc; I know that the reason my husband doesn't help out as much but that has nothing to do with him thinking it's "women's work". He just has different standards of keeping a clean house. For him, the house is clean as long as the Department of Health hasn't slapped a burn order on our sheets and towels.

Hell, I know there are just as many women as men who are like him and lord knows I've met some men who run a tight ship when it comes to housecleaning. So let's drop that stereotype crap and agree that slobs come in all sexes.

So for any frustrated marrieds like me who freak out when Dearly Beloved has left a mess in the kitchen, bath, bed, etc and then freak out again when Dearly Beloved immediately suggests bow-chicka-bow-bow after claiming to not have enough energy to clean the kitchen, bath, bed, etc. I suggest you PRINT THIS STUDY OUT.

Remind sir or madame pigsty that one of the best aphrodisiacs is getting it on on top of a clean, sterile, Shamwowed surface.

Rock the housework and the house will work to rock you.

So do you think this is a crock dreamed up by the unhappy clean freaks of the world? I don't. I sure as hell know that this lady right here is a lot more "amenable" when the floors are clean enough to eat off of. Heh.

source via BoingBoing

Comments

[red pen mama]

For my husband, it's that he works much longer hours than I do — he's more of a neat-nik than I am. It's just that I can only do so much, and when I'm done, and he's coming through the door at 10 p.m. all horny, I'm ready for bed. Sleep, not sex.

We're working on it.

ciao,
rpm

[Joanie]

My husband and I are both some-what clean freaks. I am obsessed with organization (sort of OCD, reorganizing over and over again) which is good, because he is all about making the house more efficient. I concur with the results of the study, however, not necessarily because we like to get it on on top of clean surfaces but rather our minds aren't as cluttered with "the kitchen is a mess", "I wish I could find that CD," or "I need to reorganize the closet AGAIN," its full of feelings of accomplishment (which is its own high). Logically when we both feel that great about ourselves, we seek the other out for a little extra fun.