I am married to a man who is neat by nature, really neat, he doesn't understand the word procrastinate, there is no time like the present for getting things done. And yet somehow he puts up with me.
I am not so neat.....I undress and lay the clothes next to my bed. By the end of the week, broad-jumping skills are required to clear the pile. Friends once noted that as long as last seasons clothes weren't at the bottom of the pile it was ok. If you've visited my house you now know why the bedroom door is always closed. And yet Mark is gracious and does not complain.
I do the dishes,(stop laughing Linda, yesterday was an anomaly) but they do 'air dry' on a dishtowel next to the sink sometimes for multiple days.
When I moved back to CA from NC I stashed a bunch of boxes in Mark's office. And then I had to route through them looking for things and I made quite a mess.
Well Mark is coming home for good next Saturday night. I won't be here because I'll be teaching in Kentucky. But I did find it necessary to have him arrive home to a clean house. So the day was spent cleaning up his office, washing dishes, putting away clothes and such. As well as writing directions.
I'm over the moon to have him home and now the house is neat enough for his arrival.