Last night, good food, big mess and a promise to get to it today.
Today, I looked at that mess and thought about how my love would be tired and need to do the garbage when he got home from his work. (I love that he never considers me "not working" because I'm a full time freelance author.) And thought, I have some time and Jeff is awesome. So I will clean this up for him because I love him. Or my brain thought this in series of feelings and images.
So, cleaned up kitchen. He noticed.
Happy spouse, happy house.