My poor sweet husband. He has to put up with me
nagging bugging him about all kinds of things. Please don't leave your shoes in the walk way so I don't have to step or trip over them. Why won't you put anything back where you found it? Can you please put your stuff away? Why are your clothes on the floor? Can you put your dirty clothes in the hamper not on it? Is there a reason those dishes still sitting there? You get the point. I must admit I am not without fault. My main indiscretions are misplacing the lotion bottle, leaving the pantry door open, not matching the knives into the right slots on the butcher block, squeezing the toothpaste from the middle and .....well that's about it. Oh, and all that nagging reminding. So sorry baby (I know he's reading this).
In his pre wifey days his routine was to throw clothes on the floor, let messes and dishes pile up throughout the week, clean it all up Saturday then start it up all over again. So, you mean to tell me that your house was a mess about 5 out of 7 days? That's about 20 days out of a 28 day month. Totally not acceptable to this lady. You see, I have an illness. I'm a neat freak, I have OCD, call it whatever you like but I believe there is a place for everything and everything in it's place. I didn't have that luxury for a very long time. I used to have no place for anything and nothing in it's place because I simply didn't have the space. Now we do. Why spend thousands of dollars on a closet and not put your stuff in it? My home is my sanctuary and when my home is mired in the chaos of clutter I cannot be at peace. I could blame it on my childhood. I grew up in a messy house and there was nothing I could do about it. The minute you straightened anything up it was messy again. My dad was a walking tornado who wouldn't lift a finger around the house and expected everyone else to clean up after him. He wouldn't even put his plate in the sink. I hated it, so excuse me if I'm a little sensitive about this subject. I just don't want that for my home. My mom may have been willing to double as a servant but even as a child I vowed I never would. Thankfully, Mj is not even close to that. In fact, I'm pretty lucky to have a modern man such as himself who cooks and makes an effort to consider my feelings. If I make the effort to clean the house I just don't think it's too much to ask to pick up after yourself. I know it can be a pain in the butt and sometimes life gets busy. It doesn't even bother me if it's not done right away as long I know you will...someday...in the near future...soon...please. Believe me, I wish I were not like this and I certainly don't wanna be the house police. I WANT to happily toss my belongings willy nilly without regard to where they land, ignore crusty dishes stinking in the sink and care not about the ring of dirt accumulating in the toilet. Sounds kinda nice actually. We could enjoy a content often dirty clutter filled life together-no nagging involved. But the laws of nature have ensured that a messy person always marries a neat freak so that is not to be.