My Husband is a Stacker

I haven't posted anything in a while and it's not because I haven't had anything to bitch about. Quite simply the man has been wearing me down.

But I won't let him break me. I SWEAR IT! I will not bend. I will not give in. I will not give up. I will continue to push for cleanliness and organization. As God is my witness I will never let sleeping dogs lie.

Whatever right?

Anyway, my husband is a stacker. Case in point:



This is the top of his dresser. He just throws shit up there. I see at least three items that don't even belong in our room. They belong to the kids.

He makes no attempt at organization. He maybe cleans it off about once a year, and that is usually when I decide to rearrange the bedrooms. He doesn't realize that one of the reasons I rearrange the furniture so often is that it's my way of MAKING him clean out his stuff. It wouldn't get done any other way. I stack it all on his side of the bed and make him go through it.

Now for another extreme example of stacking and disorganization.

My husband's field of occupation is the car and home entertainment industry. Currently he's exclusively working on the car side of the market but he's always got a toe on the home side too.

He loves his field and uses it as an excuse to collect as well as an excuse to always have the top of the line (that we can afford after he's wrangled one of his famous deals) in the industry. Below you will find the clutter that can be found in our media closet.



This "closet" was originally a wet bar when we moved into our house. When he realized there was a closet with shelving and storage room in the family room he promptly did a little dance and loaded it up with the receivers, DVD players, subwoofers etc. and then ran wires through the walls and attic from the big screen and the 6.1 surround sound speaker system to the closet.

I wanted to keep it a wet bar. But I was over-ruled.

I tried to keep it organized for a while. I had all the CDs and DVDs alphabetized, but he refuses to return DVDs and CDs to their cases let alone put the cases back where he found them.

Then he kept throwing stuff in there. Usually this is where he puts stuff "for now" when I make him clean his clutter off the counters. Notice the tool box? How about the basket full of papers? Yeah, that is mail that I asked him to sort through over a month ago when I got tired of him loading every basket with junk mail instead of throwing it out. I put those baskets on the counter in an attempt to keep it organized. Instead he overloaded them with junk that could be thrown out or filed if he would just take care of it.

The paper sack towards the top? That's full of fireworks. Damn it. I didn't even realize that was still in the house. He was supposed to take that out to his shop over a month ago.

As you can see, I try to avoid opening these doors at all costs.

HONEY!!!! YOU GOT SOME 'ESPLAINING TO DO.

~Sleeping Mommy

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The Closet From Hell

Here in Lockport New York, we don't have any barrels of clothes in the basement. Here, we have the black hole of clothes on the closet floor. See example at left.

I think those are the dirty and need-to-go-to-dry-cleaners clothes, but who really knows? His bag is under there somewhere, I assume. And yes, that is a beer can on the floor there. It's empty, I checked.

And holy shit....I thought we lost the iron in the move last fall, but look where it's been this whole time....


-Jen14221

41 days and counting....

We went away for 4th of July weekend. We've been back since July 5th. And my husband has still not unpacked his bag.
-Jen14221

Don't Fence Me In

My husband took down part of our fence so he could drive the truck into the backyard and unload some sand for the pool.

But did he put the fence back up when he was done?

Uh...I don't think so.



Yeah, that's safe.



So after a week (I would have left it longer, but the neighbors got back from vacay and although their dog came traipsing through repeatedly, I didn't think the kids should.) I put it back up my damn self.



Sherrypg

Note: Since blogger hates me and Sleeping Mommy had to totally help me with the images, it has been a three weeks since this incident took place. Guess what?



Our new mower doesn't fit through the back gate. Yeppers, the fence panel is down again. At least he put it over by the house and has the nails pointed down this time. But, I had to go take the ladder out of the pool so the neighborhood kids wouldn't go for a swim without us. Gotta luv'em.

~Sherrypg

We don't have a garage. The next time we purchase a home it will have a garage. We overlooked it this last time in the interest of square footage, a HUGE storage barn in the back yard along with a two room shop.

My husband doesn't pick up after himself. That is the reason this blog was founded.

He's been working on his 1971 Buick GS convertible and I understand it takes time to finish what he is doing. However in the meantime this is what I am dealing with IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE which faces a moderately busy street. If we had a garage he would come closer to shoving all this crap back inside it and closing the door.



He's just lazy enough that he won't take his tools back to the shop inside the fenced in back yard. God forbid he have to walk 100 feet.



I've told him it will serve him right if that compressor or anything else gets stolen. When we lived at another house not far from here he refused to pick up some tires he had sitting in the drive way. They were the original wheels to the GS. They got stolen. I told him it would happen.

Let this be a record that he has been warned. He doesn't get to get bitchy when it happens again. And when it does and he tries to report it to insurance that is going to just cause more trouble. Because when he reported the wheels that caused us to not be able to get home owners insurance with ANYONE except for one company. Just because we filed a claim.

And you can almost understand it too. After all, the insurance companies want you to make an effort to TAKE CARE OF YOUR STUFF, not be careless and INVITE THE THIEVES OVER FOR DINNER practically.

Miracles

.....and it's not even my birthday.....


The garage is clean,



and the swingset is up.


-Jen14221

Sapping My Will To Live

This is becoming a common phrase for me. I'm tired. Why?

My husband's crap is completely wearing me down. My standards are being continuously stripped away through sheer exhaustion. I feel like just giving up and letting the clutter monster, the packrat, the slob that is my husband take over.

I don't want to do laundry and I don't want to do the dishes (several days worth are stacking up in the sink right now) and I don't want to vaccuum or put anything away or dust or anything else. Why bother? He will just come in and trash it.


It's his responsibility to clean off the stove of the dinner dishes and put them in the sink for me to clean. These were left overnight. As usual.


We have at least five baskets/organizers to sort all of the mail and other counter clutter into. He refuses to put these things away into their approapriate place as they come in. Instead it's "I'll get to it later." Later? You mean a month from now when I stop asking nicely and start screaming about it?


The dining room table is not your storage for your stereo equipment. If the children decide to play the drums on these subs its your fault not mine.


More stereo-related clutter in the form of that box and pipe combo. It's been there for over a week now. He promised he would get it put away--10 days ago. The child's seat? Been on the porch since the day after we bought the van (mother's day weekend) because I was putting it in the the van for the baby when I discovered it was broken. I wanted to throw it away, he won't let me. Says he will do something with it. Meanwhile the baby has outgrown his infant seat carrier and needs a new car seat. the porch swing broke the same day he said he would take care of the box/pipe thing and he said he would fix it (when? in a year or ten?) and finally he went to an auction and bought those godawful candles. They are Christmas decorations. He has the worst taste in Christmas decorations and I've repeatedly told him not to buy anything without my consent.


Ah, the fan box. Been hanging around the house about a week or so.


Moving onto the bathroom. He has a drawer at least a foot deep to store all his magazines in the bathroom. These are MORE magazines piled on top of the counter. I'm so close to going in and throwing THEM ALL AWAY. DO YOU HEAR ME MY LOVE? I'M GOING TO TRASH THEM IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING!


And the ever present pair of boxer shorts in the bathroom. He seems to think that by putting them on the window sill that he is putting them away. NOPE. WRONG. They do not belong in the bathroom at all. Three guesses where they belong people. I bet YOU guys can get it right.

Can anyone tell I'm reaching the end of my rope? It's either going to mean my totally giving up and letting the place go to shit OR it will mean me burning the place down. Wonder which would be better?

~Sleeping Mommy