So I am not the most organized of people, I am a mess. Both literally and figuratively, I miss place things and never put them back in which they went. When first met my husband I had found out he was OCD to a point, he has order! He is very organized and has a set way, he lists things before I get to it. Sometimes I wonder if he should clean more often than me because it gets done fast than when I can do them……
Then I questioned why would he even marry me because I am a mess. Why would he want to deal mess when he likes order? Will he leave because I am messy?
However through those questions I have come to terms with it works he loves the mess because he knows there is still order to the mess.He bought himself a bag of jolly ranchers candy, he sat there and organized the bag by color and put them in separate bags!
This image above irritated him, he asked why. His exact analogy was why in the middle? Why not one red shoe on each end, but wait that can’t happened because it’s not even, I would need to pairs of red shoes to put on each end.
I told him what if it’s an odd number between the pair and he gave me that look like it has to be even.
Another image that bothers him is
He threw his hands up and said no they make it specifically to be broken into long pieces not chewed up! I will never understand, he has stated if he could he would organize the kitchen by the decimal system like a library or by size and color.
However he embraces my mess for some reason, I embrace his perfection because it remind me to get organized. I best describe my husband as the guy from The Big Hero 6, Wasabi!
He has a system and that’s ok, my system is ok we both work because I remind him to let loose!
It’s worth being married to him, he keeps me in line, helps me remember forgotten items I miss placed. He help me clean when I don’t know where to start, he helps! It’s not all rainbows though, my mess has order to it I know what’s in my messy, when he cleans it I lose my order but that’s ok because truth be told his order is better than mine.