Without question, the biggest source of frustration and disappointment in my entire life is the fact that my wife is an incurable slob.
When it comes to hygiene, she’s great…I’d never worry about eating something made or anything like that.
However, she has absolutely no appreciation what so ever for being organized.
Two years ago, she took the kids to visit her girlfriend out of state over the Valentines Day weekend. As a gift, I tackled our mud room which at the time you could hardly walk through.
I bought a nice big powder coated, five tier bakers’ rack and ten large Rubbermaid clear plastic tubs. I transferred everything out of the room, created logical groupings, discarded / repaired / relocated as necessary. Placed the remaining items in the tubs by groups being careful to leave some space for future expansion. Diligently cleaned the room and moved the tubs onto the bakers’ rack. Finally, I strategically placed some of her items in the room for personalized artistic décor.
The absolute first thing she did when she got home was to dump a bunch of junk in the room and within a month or so, the only remaining testament to my work was a few portions of the bakers’ rack peeking out from the debris.
My wife frequently mentions that she’d like to remodel the kitchen. I don’t say anything anymore as all previous discussions have just resulted in a big argument but I don’t have any intention of doing it. Why bother, outdated tile buried under clutter looks identical to high end granite buried under clutter.
This problem has very far reaching effects on my life. For instance, I really don’t even look forward to Christmas because I know it’ll bring a whole new onslaught of junk to torment me with.
This is not good and I'm very, very aware it.
