The Infrequent Tales of a Dysfunctional Family

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

With the best of Intentions

My husband is an organizer. There is nothing that delights his soul as much as pigeonholing things into separate and distinct categories. In our medicine closet we have items labeled "Strong pain relievers", "Medium pain relievers", and "Mild Pain Relievers". Our DVDs are in alphabetical order. Our books are in categories, and the fiction books are in alphabetical order (by author).
However, I came home this morning to find that his latest project is the kitchen. He has totally reorganized where all the foodstuffs are kept. He did this years ago and put all the things that I use on a daily basis so high up that I couldn't reach them. I had to reorganize everything. This time he feels that he has conquered that particular problem, and is very proud of what he has done.
I guess I appreciate all the time and effort he is putting in, but although my foodstuffs may not have been that well organized, at least I knew where to find everything. Now - it's going to be a hunt every time I need something. You see, my husband doesn't do any of the cooking.
Our house needs so much work - so many things that need to be gone through and gotten rid of, etc. I find myself a bit baffled on why he felt the kitchen needed to be tackled next. Maybe it's because he doesn't really want to go through HIS things. It's so much easier to organize other people's items.
Oh well, he means well . . .

1 comment:

Maleen said...

Okay, I was thinking the exact same thing. The house is full to the brim and overflowing with clutter and he tackles the kitchen??? WHY?? Good luck with that. I would go crazy if someone moved all my stuff. Even though I know it isn't organized in the best manner, at least I know where things go.

Dad is really funny sometimes.