My husband is a saint. The quilting he appreciates and puts up with , but he also married into my dog rescue.
Last night, I came home with 6 more puppymill dogs. There is mud everywhere, and frightened dogs. He helped me bathe them, and held each one for a little while.
I know that he'll come home from lunch today and do the mid day mopping, because I have to work in an office today instead of at home.
It's raining here, and the new scared dogs keep going outside, where there are no people (just lots of wet mud) and with 15 dogs in the house temporarily (until some of the new ones go to their foster homes) it's a giant mess.