Generally, I am a very clean person. My kids call me OCD,
but I am nowhere near that clean. My OCD comes more in the form of, “Everything
has its place!” So should I have been surprised when my husband hinted that the
garage needed to be cleaned. “Ohhh, you
really need to clean the garage!” No, really that is what he said, out loud,
not to himself, or in his head, but out loud! Huh? What? Are you talking to
me?!
Now, I like to think of myself as a very versatile person,
but give me a break; some things just are not my job! The trash, for
instance-is not my job. Fixing stuff, is not my job. And anything to do with
the garage, is not my job! What man, actually thinks his wife should be
cleaning the garage? I don’t know. But hey, don’t get me wrong, I am all for women’s
rights, and if that is your cup of tea-then have at it! But I subscribe more to
the Victorian age of thinking; were the atrocities in life that I had to
contend with was, putting on all those frilly, high maintenance, looking
clothes. Yes, call me Stone Age!
Okay, I know what you all are thinking, well dang, if
organization is your strength, then clean the garage woman! Humph! I am sure he
can do laundry just as well as I can, but I don’t ask him to do laundry, now do
I?! I am just saying, the garage, the yard, the cars, stuff like that is “man”
stuff! Okay, yes, in my world anyway. Don’t worry ladies, I am not trying to
get everything we have sacrificed for, to make a meandering plunder. I just don’t
want to clean the garage, that’s all.
……. And for all the fusing I just did; I actually cleaned
the garage! And now everything has a place....
........can you say.....
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