Romance Under Another Guise

 

Otters hold hands when they sleep so they don't drift apart. Almost as romantic as my husband via commons.org

Otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart. Almost as romantic as my husband
via commons.org

I live in chaos. Our house is chaotic. It’s generally organised mayhem though and I know where most things are most of the time. I don’t enjoy living in chaos but I cant seem to control it. Sometimes though I need to know where things are for example yesterday I needed to know where the poster on evolution that came free with the paper last weekend was. I have plans, at some stage, to move the boy into his own room and I want to hang the poster on the wall. The plans to move the boy are not imminent  nor did I have a burning need to increase my knowledge on evolution ( I don’t fully subscribe to the evolution theory but that’s another days post) but yesterday evening I needed to know where the poster was.  The husband was out. I rang him. ” Where is the evolution poster for the boy’s room”. The husband knew I was collapsed on the couch and not redecorating and that were was no urgency in finding the poster. A person who didn’t realise how mental I am would’ve replied  wondering what the urgency is. The husband didn’t. He told me that while he didn’t know exactly where it is he would find it upon his return.  Panic averted.

Occasionally I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder where our passports are.Always at a time when I have absolutely no need for my passport. I have woken my husband at 3am to ask him location of our passports. He always answers. Is this some sort of reverse OCD or something? Anyway I know it’s not all that normal behaviour but the husband always answers me no matter how mental the question is.

Via bucketsandbows.com

Via bucketsandbows.com

I decided today I could no longer handle the piles of laundry and post and general junk that lives all over my house. I faffed around for hours mainly moving junk from one resting place to another and creating a bigger mess. I then became overwhelmed by the mess. There is one corner in my sitting room where stuff goes to die. There is a box with firelighters and old school books and receipts and just random useless shit. Beside the box is a sideboard/ press/cupboard  yoke. Everytime I look at this corner a little part of me dies. The corner signifies the mess of the whole house. Inside the press lives piles of cards we received when the kids were born, newspaper clippings, board games, many cameras ( I went through three cameras a year at one stage they just kept breaking) and lots of other stuff that needed sorting. I was never going to sort it out. Today when I was busy walking aimlessly from room to room and sighing before giving up and taking to the bed with the boy to watch Star Wars, the husband took on the worst job. The box no longer exists and the press of hell is tidy. He threw out the non important crap and kept the important crap and its neat and now useable.  The rest of the house is still a tip but the world looks brighter as a result. I may actually be encouraged to sort out the rest of the house tomorrow now that this job is done.

On a romance gauge; answering the non important questions that bother me and sorting out the cupboard of hell trump flowers and candlelit dinners every single time.

I’m lucky,sometimes deranged but  very lucky.

 

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About The Clothesline

30 +, Husband, three little girls, one little boy, one dog. Overdrawn, overtired, overemotional and overwhelmed most of the time.
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20 Responses to Romance Under Another Guise

  1. Please send him my way. We have lots of those little corners in our house.

  2. I have a similar arrangement with my husband: he sorts and I clean and our marriage works. He puts up with me sobbing from stress when life overwhelms me and I (mostly) put up with his pile of dirty underpants and mouldy coffee cups and inate inability to empty the dishwasher. Ever.

  3. office mum says:

    Your husband sounds lovely. And your house sounds like mine. Good luck to all of us and our clutter!

  4. What a man you have! I am decluttering – do you rent him out?

  5. Wait, you don’t believe in evolution?

  6. Ah, I await to hear about evolution. I know you don’t want to get into it now, but it’s good to see a thinking person think.
    To the subject at hand,I admire you.I have the opposite problem.I was terrible about hanging onto so many things.My husband, alas, is a real pack rat.I feel that I have outgrown it all, but he gets worse.
    My husband has told people that should anything happen to me, he would sell the house and move into a small apartment. When I heard this,I asked him what he would do with all the kept items that he will not let me dispose of; he’d have to get rid of them, would he not, I ask? Then make me happy,I said to him:Pretend I’m dead.

  7. Caitriona says:

    Love is. Hope you’re feeling better hon. xxx

  8. crissiebelle says:

    It’s like you stepped into my house and wrote about my life… except I don’t have the excuse of kids, it’s just me and the hubby so far. The thoughts of having a child or two mixed into the chaos actually is what I worry about the most. But I have the passport panic-attacks all the time too. And yet…. the stamina it would take to tackle it all…. just don’t have it ;)

  9. carolannwrites says:

    Love reading your blog. I always end by saying… ‘ahhhh, there are more than just me then…’

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