As you might expect from someone who is anally organised, everything has its place. Consequently, I’m unlikely to lose or mislay anything. Sadly, the same cannot be said of my beloved who misplaces anything not surgically attached to him. As someone who loves planning and preparation, it’s singularly annoying being married to someone who totally eshews it. Of course, it may simply be a case of opposites attracting but sometimes I feel as if I’m in groundhog day.
If he leaves the flat to go for a ride, you know that several minutes after he’s slammed the door shut, the bell will ring. This will be because he’s forgotten something. It could be his sunglasses or helmet but is more likely to be his keys or mobile phone. To avoid something similar happening before we head off to the airport, I will make him check his briefcase for his passport, mobile phone, charger and wallet. This often means he has a frantic last-minute scrabble through coat pockets and drawers to locate at least one of these items. While he’s hunting around, I’m standing by the front door with a face like thunder enquiring why he couldn’t have undertaken these simple checks the night before.
It’s rare for my beloved to unload the dishwasher and put everything away but, on the few occasions that he does, he won’t put utensils in the correct drawers. We have lived in the flat for nearly 13 years and, in all that time, everything has remained in the same spot. The many drawers have a logic, I group similar items together. Likewise the implements I regularly use are grouped beside the stove, stacked in jugs. But he just stuffs them in any old drawer and then I have to hunt around for them – so annoying!
I have however stopped putting his clothes away for him after I have ironed, pressed or cleaned them. He has his own dressing room, cupboards and wardrobes. When he claims not to be able to find something, he can’t blame me. Of course, if it’s not immediately in view, it’s not there! I can’t tell you how many times he’s told me he’s searched and it’s not there and I find it almost straight away.
If it doesn’t need to be hung up, it should be put away in clear, see-through plastic boxes. However, he tends to keep wearing the same things over and over, either because he can’t be bothered to put them away or because they’re at the top of the box. We had a massive clear out of his wardrobe recently where it was pretty obvious that he just stashes stuff in the nearest rather than the designated box which partly explains why he can never find anything! They’ve now been sorted and I’ve even carried out of few spot checks to ensure he’s not mixing up the contents again. But I know it’s only a matter of time………………………….
We share an office, not an ideal situation, but it’s the only place in the flat that has a WiFi service. We recently looked into ways in which we could extend said service to the rest of the apartment and we’re still reeling from the size of the quote! You can immediately tell which is my half or, in truth, my quarter of the office. It’s the tidy bit where everything is neatly filed and labelled. The rest is a mish-mash with stuff stacked any old how. It’s next on my list of things to tackle after the much-postponed clear out of the caves. Of course, part of the issue is the number of week-ends he works or is away from home, meaning these types of chores just keep getting postponed indefinitely. I’d happily tackle them myself but it is his stuff!