The Next Best Thing to Having A Housekeeper

I feel like I should have posted something these past few days. It's not that things aren't happening, this mind of mine is working over time. Too bad it's working over time thanks to the overwhelming amount of paperwork I have to get done by the end of the month. I go to bed thinking and making  lists of what needs to be done the next day, waking up and feeling out of sorts because I can't remember all the things that I had on my list. But I thank God that I have a job and the hubby doesn't. He has turned into a wonderful househubby. He can now do a load of laundry correctly AND fold it, he can clean, vacuum, run and empty the dishwasher. We are now working on his cooking skills.
I was the mom who taught all the sons how to cook. It came in handy when they were in college especially when they would meet a girl who wanted a home cooked meal. They were pros at the art of microwaving and George Forman grills.
 Hubby is different.
I think it's because he knows I will be coming home and will make something, anything so that there is dinner on the table.
However lately due to the overwhelming amount of stress at work, all I want to do is crash when I get home. So I have encouraged hubby to take over the cooking of the nightly meal. Don't get me wrong, he can make a great chili, three way spaghetti, chili cheese coneys, and he has mastered how to make green beans, potatoes and ham in one pot.
But there are some dishes that seem like a no brainer to me, are just too hard for him. Take grill cheese sandwiches. He asked how to make them. I told him how to butter one side of two slices of  bread, put cheese in the middle, throw it on the grill, and cook both sides of the sandwich.
I forgot to tell him that the butter side of the bread goes on the outside, not the inside.
Today is a cold, rainy day so dreary that made me looked forward to a pot of chili simmering on the stove when I got home. On the drive home, I kept thinking about about how I just knew hubby made dinner already and that I could go home, take two aspirin for a headache that has plagued me all day, eat and sleep.
Instead I came home to the smell of Eric's grilling lingering in the air but nothing to back up the smell since he had taken what he had made to work. Hubby had laid something out for dinner, ham steaks. Yes he knows how to bake them, but he doesn't know how to make any of the side dishes meaning I would still have to cook.
After some whining and complaining  discussion, hubby is now making a huge pot of chili.
Yes I can get use to having him home all day..........