In which I confess that my husband drives me nuts...

I'm pretty much your basic, garden variety, slob.  I don't really bother to pick up my clothes, or make the bed, or even unload the dishwasher regularly, and I can admit that this must drive my neat freak husband bananas.

But even I've got limits.

He randomly changes the positions of the cutlery in the cutlery drawer.  For months the knives were in the slot on the left, forks in the middle, dessert and soup spoons on the right.  Teaspoons in the little horizontal tray at the front.   Then last week, the knives swapped spots with the forks and then the teaspoons and the big spoons swapped.  Now every time I reach in to the drawer to grab a butter knife, I end up with a fork, and when I want to stir my coffee I end up with a bloody soup spoon.

He fails to understand my consternation at this state of affairs.

As much as I am a slob, I'm also just a wee bit OCD about order.  I like things to be in certain places, to face a certain way, to be oriented in the manner I see fit.  AND TO STAY THAT WAY.  I might not put my clothes back in the wardrobe when I'm finshed with them, but at least I don't randomly put them anywhere that takes my fancy.  Scott likes to clean up.  A lot.  But in a haphazard way.  As long as it's put away he really doesn't care where it goes.  So I find tea-towels where the pillow cases belong.  Cutlery in the wrong place.  Clothes in sock drawers.  Of course the argument that I get (from him and everybody else) is that "well at least he's cleaning up - if it were left to you, nothing would be put away."

Which is, of course, true - BUT, when I get around to putting things away, I put them where they belong.

I said to Scott the other day "I realised today that I could never work (again) in an environment that required me to work to a timeline."
to which he replied "No shit, you just realised that?"

posted by: blytheswideshut at January 15, 2006 22:42 | link | comments |

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