For someone as “unorganized” as myself, I’ve come to realize that I’m anal about some pretty weird things.
Not in a “Sleeping With the Enemy” sort of way,
but in a “why would that really matter to her” sort of way.
Take, for example, the dishwasher.
Hubby, God bless him, is superbly awesome about loading the dishwasher for me. He is a true believer in doing his fair share of the chores around the house and … well.. who am I to stop him?
*edit* after pre-reading this, he informed me that he does “MORE than his fair share”…
The problem is that I like the dishwasher loaded a certain way.
Glasses, tupperware, big, super sharp knives on the top rack.
Plates in a row (usually descending in size – seriously… I now hang my head in shame), bowls in a separate row, and silverware with the handle down, unless it is a small sharp knife.
I know – weird right?
Hubby? Just put it wherever it fits. Sideways, upside down, top rack, bottom… doesn’t matter. It’ll do.
He’s learned to either load it quickly and turn it on, or get out of the way and just let me reorganize it.
Then comes the laundry. Towels in particular. Again, Hubby is more than willing to take on this task, as 85% of the clothes in our house belong to him anyways (he’s just a BIT of a clothes hound.)
Why does it perturb me that he hangs everything up? T-shirts included. Is this normal? Don’t t-shirts go in a drawer or something?? AAaack!
Back to the towels:
I hate the way he folds them. It’s like this: fold; turn; fold again; turn; fold again. to make a perfect square.
I like them folded in half, then twice more in that direction, then turn and fold in half. They fit better in my linen closet and, well, that’s the way my Mom folded them and she MUST know what she’s doing by now right?
He’s given up on attempting to fold my clothes… he knows I’ll just refold them and so why waste the effort.
Every night before I go to bed, I pull down every corner of the fitted sheet so it’s super snug on the mattress.
If hubby’s already in bed, it’s all I can do to not ask him to get out of bed so I can fix it.
Yes, he makes fun of me quite often for that one.
No I didn’t grow up in the military.
Funny thing is that I don’t make my bed every morning… just flatten the sheets out at night.
That’s how I roll.
There’s probably a psychologist somewhere who’s frowning at the screen right now and jotting down notes.
The most recent addition?
The rear-view camera on my van.
I hate any dirt on it… and I hate if an icicle is hanging in front of it.
It makes it blurry, and I can’t see.
It doesn’t matter how much of a hurry I’m in, I will throw that baby in PARK and jump out, run to the back and run my finger over the little lens.
It is, after all, a serious safety issue.
as a side note: I’m slowing losing my ability to look behind me, people. The range of motion in my neck is reduced by some ridiculous amount, I’m sure… my chiropractor could confirm this, but I’m pretty sure it’s true.
I wonder what’s next.
Don’t even get me started on my pet peeves…
I’m sure I don’t even recognize some of my issues… maybe Hubby should guest post? 🙂