We do this thing.
I clean like a maniac the day Dave is coming home from a road trip. And when he tells me how great it is to come home to such a clean house (and he does say it every time he comes home where did I find this man?!) and I pretend like I didn’t just do it in a frenzied hour and ohbytheway please don’t open that closet thanks. He pretends to believe that and never opens the closet.
Dave takes the baby and tells me to rest and says he’s not tired no not one bit. I mean yes, he says, I played 3 games in 4 days and traveled for 12 hours to get here…but you need a rest, mama! And I pretend to believe him and say let’s just all rest together.