Poor Craig. He is so neat and tidy. It comes so naturally to him. He is just programmed to keep things in order. He patiently cleans up after me, almost never acknowledging his deeds. I don’t even notice until the rare occasion when he goes out of town for a night. Then I’m like, “Why is this trash on the table? Why are these coats on the floor? How come nobody took out the trash? Why am I doing the dishes?” It makes me giggle though. Craig will not admit that he is OCD. He actually gets defensive about it. “I’m not OCD. I’m prepared,” is always his response. Whatever works, I say. It’s like a dream come true living with Craig. I get a fairly neat house without having to do much. He doesn’t want to pick up my La Croix cans off the counter and put them in the trash for me. He has to. He is compelled by some preparatory mandate in his genetic coding. And I am the lucky beneficiary of this. Who doesn’t love a clean house?
So, here is just one example of the many things I do, just naturally, not on purpose, that probably drive him crazy. I call this one, “Lint Ballzzzz”:
1. I remove the lint from the screen. That’s a nice thing to do, right? So it is clean for the next drying experience.
2. It forms a nice little ball. A Lint Ball.
3. Just by cleaning the screen, I feel I’ve done my part. Besides, it takes too long for me to walk 5 steps to the trash. So I just place it on the folding counter for later.
4. Sometimes, I’m so careless they don’t even make it to the counter. Here’s one I left on the floor a few days ago.
5. And here it will sit for, no more than 2 days, I’d say. I can’t be sure because I never go back and check. It is just magically gone the next time I go to do the laundry. If Craig weren’t here to clean it up, it would get cleaned. But it would probably have 5 – 20 friends sitting there with it before I felt the need to move them to the trash. There is no telling how many things in our house he is escorting to the trash for me or putting back in drawers. I live in blissful ignorance of the disarray my house would become without this man. He is like magic. I love my husband. Thank you for picking up my lint ballzzzzzz!