“TikTok.” I say, grabbing mine.
And we’re off down the social media rabbit hole. It’s both disturbing and hilarious. The amount of content about cleaning your house is staggering. How are there so many ways to clean a toilet? Crazy. We get lost in the world of cleaning products and advice for at least half an hour. By the time we’re done, I’m overwhelmed and terrified of germs, but Walker’s found his next favorite influencer. He’s watched half of her content already and is making a list of the supplies we’ll need. I kind of love that she’s a fifty-year-old grandma with a wicked sense of humor and a vendetta against household germs.
“Whew.”
“Right!”
“Do we even have cleaning products? I’ve never seen half this shit before.”
“Amazon.” I answer. “We can get it all by tomorrow.”
“Yes!” We high-five.
We comb through his list and order far more products than we need, with most of it arriving tomorrow. Then, we divide up the chores in the common area and make ourselves a schedule. All in all, we’re feeling pretty accomplished once we’re done.
“Okay, cleaning issue sorted. What’s next?” Walker asks. If you give him a goal to accomplish, the man is relentless. Probably how he got to be as good as he is on the ice.
“Okay food’s next”
“Food?”
“Yeah. I mean we can’t eat take out every night and all I can make are sandwiches, scrambled eggs and grilled cheese. My cooking is terrible and I’ve never seen you cook at all.” I tell him.
“Yeah, not my thing.”
“Meal service? I’m sure one of them will be healthy enough for you.”
“Let’s check it out.” We hit up our phones to research meal services. Holy shit. How are there so many choices? I need that paperwork from my nutritionist, which is when I remember that she’d given us a list of meal services. Should have started there.
“We’ve got that list from the nutritionist, remember.” I say.
He’s deep into his research, so I head to my office to grab the paperwork I need. It’s dusty but not dirty. Thank God one room isn’t a complete disaster.
An hour later, we settle on a meal plan. We’ll get our first delivery in a few days. I’m proud of us. We solved two problems in one evening. Talking everything through with Walker has eased my stress considerably. I love teamwork. I feel like I can go back to concentrating on the important stuff. Winning over my girl.
“Hey man... thanks for helping out.” I hold out my fist, but he just pulls me in for a hug.
“I got you. This stuff is on both of us, so it’s only fair.”
“Yeah, well, it helps. A lot.”
“Don’t you dare tell Maddie I said she was right.” He says with a sly smile.
I laugh.
“Are you kidding? She doesn’t even know I heard your conversation!”
“I’m sure as hell not telling her.”
“Me either.”
Walker’s phone lights up. Eyebrows raised, he looks at me and says, “Speak of the devil.”
“Epic timing.”
“Sup, Maddie Bear.”
I can’t hear what she’s saying, and it’s annoying. I get up, pacing around impatiently until they finish chatting, wishing I was the one she called when she needed help.
