This post may be a repeat of some ideas and total nonsense, but I have about a million thoughts racing through my mind today. I’m going to release one through this blog post. I know I’m exaggerating about the number of thoughts, it just sounded good–I may have 3 or 4 thoughts
My husband and I aren’t polar opposites—we’re complimentary opposites, we bring the best out in each other. His patience tempers my impatience. His that’s good enough counteracts my desire for perfection.
He is a creature of habit and routine. Routines drive me crazy–which is most likely the source of my organizational habits, or lack thereof. His style of organization consists of shuffling from one shelf to another, or one side of the room to the other. He also has an affinity for purging. He’s a shuffler-purger. I’m a stuffer-hoarder. To me, things go in the closet or a box to be dealt with another day.
I worked for companies where I was required to screen phone calls. In those days, calls had to go through a central switchboard–a person couldn’t be reached directly. I always disliked the calls from the wife. Especially when the wife called multiple times a day. Some making me physically track down their husbands so that they could speak with them.
I didn’t want to be that type of wife. My calls were of urgent matters that couldn’t wait until my husband got home. I can say there weren’t many of those type of calls. These days we can text, but I don’t do a whole lot of that either. Our texts consist mostly of — on my way with a k response.
The next couple of days he is travelling with his boss, and his boss’ boss. They are doing the type of thing that unless there is an extreme emergency, they are not to be bothered…in my mind anyway.
My husband recently shuffled and purged the garage, which means I can’t find anything.
So guess how hard it was for me to text him while he was with his boss, and his boss’ boss, asking him where the toilet plunger was?
Plumbing emergency averted. That is what I found beautiful today. 😉