Did You Lock The Front Door

Did You Lock The Front Door

I’m a little OCD. When I leave the garage I have to look back to make sure I shut the garage door.  This makes my wife pissed because she now has to look back to check. I also rotate my underwear. My rational is that each pair of shorts should have a shot at my boys. I know that’s bullshit, but that’s what I tell myself.

I also work off lists. Did I lock the door? Do I have my mobile phone? When I travel my list includes, do I have all my pills, did I take my nightshirt, etc, etc, etc. Organization is my mantra. I organize my drawers, I organize my pills, I have a place where I put my phone, I have a place where I keep my keys, etc. I do this because it helps me keep my stress level down and because I’m a little OCD.

My wife is the opposite.  She operates in organized chaos mode. If she asks me to get something from her bathroom drawer I get flushed. I open the drawer and all I see is utter chaos. I start to get dizzy. If I have to dig into the chaos to find something, I’m afraid I’ll black out before I find it.

My wife doesn’t mind living her life like that. She’s comfortable she can find what she wants even though nothing is organized. Organized chaos does not stress her out. However, lack of organization makes life harder as you age. For example, since she doesn’t have a specific place where she puts her phone, there are times when she forgets to take the phone when she leaves the house.

Sooo, which person are you? In my opinion, I’m nuts. On the other hand my wife’s way relies too much on the capability of her memory. Probably the right answer is somewhere in the middle. The good news is that she loves me just the way I am and I love her just the way she is.

BTW, Are You Sure You Locked The Front Door