Thursday, August 12, 2010

I Would Lose My Fool Head If It Weren't Attached. Or My Husband Would, Anyways.

I have a place for everything in my home. You probably wouldn't know it if you just showed up on a random day at a random time but, truly, if you give me one hour's heads up I can make it look like I'm an amazing housewife. Which I am SO not. The key is knowing where things belong (and no, I don't mean shoving them under the rug or into a random closet. If you have a system then sanity can be maintained. If only tenuously.

The problem comes in when my (amazingly awesome) husband enters the picture. For example? My breast pump (my FOUR HUNDRED DOLLAR breast pump) belongs either to the left of the stove (when I use it on a regular basis) or in the nursery closet, second shelf. My 'to pay' bills? Belong on the right side of the computer hutch, behind the stapler. And my Esty supplies go in the top drawer of the playroom dresser. No doubt, there is not always logical reason to where things belong, but that does not change the fact that it's WHERE THEY BELONG!

You're wondering where the problem lies? My husband cleans the kitchen. I know, you still don't see the problem (and sort-of, neither do I). The problem is that when hubby doesn't know where things belong, he wings it. He'd rather have a sparkling pretty kitchen (and kind of me too) than wait for me to get home and ask what to do with stuff. So, all those fun things I mentioned? The breast pump? The bills? The Etsy supplies?



Thankfully, I have contact lenses stashed all. over. the. house. (and in my car). Because the last time those went missing I couldn't drive for days.

(Too bad my astigmatism doesn't allow me to wear contacts every day, because my fool self only owns ONE pair of glasses! What can I say, I like living on the edge)
***The story is mostly true, but please note, this was a compensated post.

1 comment:

  1. ROFL! My husband always loses stuff when he cleans... My neat, organized, OCD husband. He stashes it somewhere *it doesn't belong*... and then blames me for losing it... So as I much as I love not cleaning and letting him clean, I just have to try and beat him to it.


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