Have you ever heard the phrase opposites attract, only God can put those two together? Well it’s true….
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. I say I will put something here for safe keeping and will not remember I put it there. When first met my husband I had found out he was OCD
to a point, he has order! I didn’t know exactly what OCD was but I can tell you I quickly found out. He is very organized, has a set way, and he lists things before I get to it. Sometimes I wonder if he should clean more often than me because it gets done faster than when I can. However like most men he leaves the cleaning to me!
There was at one point I questioned why would he even marry me because I am a mess. Why would he want to deal mess when he likes order?
However through those questions I have come to terms with is it works, he loves the mess because he knows there is still order to the mess. He bought himself a bag of jolly ranchers and sat there, organizing the bag by color then put them in separate bags! He knows that I have a way of doing things just like he has a way of doing things. If he could he would Dewey Decimal our cup cabinet so that every cup and plate has a place.
You know how most men leave the laundry out and miss the hamper by inches? Well in some cases that roll is reversed, I miss the trash by a little bit or the hamper his eyes widen. He gives me that look like are you going to fix that or am I? He isn’t perfect though, he still misses his socks in the hamper and I have to pick them up. In ways we have rubbed off on each other.
This image above irritated him, he asked why. His exact analogy was why? It’s not even in the middle….I would be pulling up to this spot everyday to change it back and line it up!
I told him what if someone does it just to irritate you and he say that he would still change it. He despises things being odd and will always try to even it out, I laugh because I call him my odd ball for that purpose, I don’t laugh at him for having OCD because it isn’t always funny. How he makes that “nickname” even is saying because of me it even-things out.
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 at random! I will never understand. I would never want to understand because that is what makes him, well HIM. He even has a set way of organizing while cleaning. I ultimately don’t I just clean, organizing one corner of the room moving the mess around the house until it is all clean.
However he embraces my mess as I embrace his perfection because it reminds me to get organized. I best describe my husband as the guy from The Big Hero 6, Wasabi! Everything has a place and will be put back in that place. I have places to put things and always change the place in which it is put so I never know where I intended the right place to be.
Back to the point, he has a system and that’s OK, my system is OK, we both work because I remind him to let loose and he reminds me to get organized. He knows where things are and half the time I don’t. I know how to have fun and let it slide while he has the urge to fix it all in that moment.
It’s worth being married to him, he keeps me in line, helps me remember forgotten items I miss placed. He helps me clean when I don’t know where to start! 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.
He doesn’t know I said that his order is better so shh!