I’m linking up today with one of my Mom blog idols, Kat from Mama Kat’s Losin It
for her weekly Writer’s Workshop.
I don’t think my husband completely knew what he was getting himself into when he married me. Seriously, I think it’s unraveling now and he’s most likely wondering why he didn’t see it coming!
Those who know me well are far from surprised at all by my obsession with organizing everything. My co-workers witness it first hand in my classroom and in other common areas of the school. I’m pretty sure I’ve written a post about my obsession before so if it feels like you’re experiencing deja-vu while reading, don’t be alarmed. As much as I would love to elaborate on my erratic organizing behaviour at work, I’ll save that for a future post. Today, I will focus on how my incessant need to make sure everything in our house has it’s own place drives my husband crazy!
If you walk into my house, you will quickly notice that I shop at Ikea. We have maybe 3 or 4 shelves full of woven baskets. I *love* baskets. I particularly love the types of baskets that are not see through and that can be stored up on shelves. I don’t like baskets or bins that visually display the inside contents.
Our front entrance has a shelf with 8 baskets which we use to store our shoes. I assigned a basket to every member of the family. That leaves 3 baskets left to store gloves, mittens, hats and scarves. I think having this in the front entrance of our house is brilliant because the minute we come in, the kids automatically take off and put away their shoes so that they’re out of sight. Jackets get hung up in the hallway closet. When I implemented this organizational phenomenon, husband thought it was not necessary. We could just leave our shoes by the door or throw them in the closet like we always did, he said. I thought otherwise. To this day, the little girls and I use the baskets religiously but Dad and Big B, the teenager, have a tendency to challenge my brilliant shoe shelf set-up. Why they do, I will never understand.
I have to admit, in the last little while, I have become a bit obsessed with baskets. We store all of the kids toys in baskets that sit on shelves. We store our Wii games and equipment in baskets as well as our DVD movies. In the bathroom, things like toothpaste, brushes, hair accessories, hand towels, face clothes and make-up all gets stored neatly away in their own baskets. They keep everything organized by a common theme and give things a home. There is never any clutter or mess!
It is beyond me how anyone would NOT like to live in a clean and neatly organized home. When things are organized and everything has it’s own place, you always know where to find what you want. Who would challenge that? Why not just let neatly organized baskets make your life easier? Seems like a no-brainer to me! My hubby, however, doesn’t see it like I do.
Unlike me, hubby has his own recipe for organization. He says he knows where things are because they’re usually where he’s left them, that is, unless I’ve moved them. He’s not bothered by clutter at all. He thrives in it, actually. How he does this is beyond me but having said that, he’s also a man. His thought processes are different than mine. So as much as I know that he doesn’t like it when I touch his stuff, I try not to but sometimes, I just can’t help myself. I get these really good ideas and I want to try them out. I’m actually really good at presenting my ideas to hubby with visuals and a theory behind my insanity. He listens politely, albeit annoyed, and then usually says he liked things just as they were. I’m pretty good at convincing hubby to try out my new idea for a while. By the time he’s realized he doesn’t like it, he’s already gotten use to doing something the new way and the old way gets forgotten.
Luckily for me, husband accepts and loves me for my neurotic-ism. As much as he probably hates how I organize every aspect of our house, he lets me because he knows better. Every man knows the saying “a happy wife, means a happy life”! Why let a few baskets here and there mess with your destiny?
What do you do to drive your husband crazy?