Anyone who is a regular reader of my personal site or is a Twitter friend knows that my husband is far better at housework than I am. I am not a slob by any right; he is just a guy who hates a dirty floor or any sort of clutter. In our nine years of marriage I have probably washed the floor, oh, five times. That’s not a typo. He is rather particular about the state of our floors (he gets it from his Mom) and will attack them before I even think they need to be dealt with.

The Wall Street Journal had an article this past week titled, “Housework Pays Off Between The Sheets.”
The gist of the article is, “The more housework you do, the more often you are likely to have sex with your spouse.”

I don’t know that I entirely agree. Or agree at all.

I’ve said it before, and I will say it again (and again)(and again) that a lot of what turns you on has a lot to do with your love language.

If my husband goes on a mad cleaning spree I am not turned on in the least. I more often than not feel guilty (even though I am usually working). I thrive more on words of affirmation. If he tells me that I look nice/am funny/wrote something awesome then I am all over him like a dirty shirt.

He also thrives on words of affirmation, as well as acts of service. For him, me cleaning the house is pretty much equal to foreplay. Those five times I cleaned the floors? Premeditated seduction.

What are your thoughts on this? Does more housework equal more sex?