Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Who Moved my Cheese?!

I can always tell the change of season -- not by temperature change, the shortening or lengthening of the days nor the changing colors or new leaves. Not even by the calendar. No, it's something much easier in my household: Lisa begins to reorganize.
I should be happy that I have a wife that can't stand clutter. Honestly, if it weren't for her our house would look like a swap meet. She's often threatened to not clean anything and see how the rest of us like it. Well, since we created the mess it's kind of a silly threat.
And so when I came home last night and saw Lisa hauling filing cabinet drawers down to the basement I knew it was the first day of Autumn.
It was with great sadness that I walked into my closet to find everything re-arranged and organized. I felt the twinge of pain, anger, regret -- you know, that feeling you get when you didn't get to tell someone goodbye.
Lisa likes things out of sight. I like things where I can easily find them. Now, the two should be very compatable. A filing system comes to mind. Labels on drawers and boxes. A pile on the floor or night stand. You get the picture.
Unfortunately, organizing, like loading the dishwasher, is something that we just haven't been able to come to some agreement on. So, I'll continue to reload the dishwasher after Lisa has loaded it and she'll continue to put my things "away".
Now, has anyone seen my favorite t-shirt? It was laying on the closet floor.

1 comment:

Kimberly said...

That's hilarious. If you want to keep her away from your house, you can send her over to mine to organize--it's in desperate need.