“Maybe you should start making frozen meals for dinner.” This was a recent suggestion by my hubs. The look on my face must have demanded elaboration because he went on to tell me that it wasn’t because of my cooking but that if I only dirtied one pot a meal, perhaps I would be more successful at cleaning up after myself.  Mmm hmmmm.

In my new role, I have been making a huge effort to cook dinner every night. This is far from easy for me and I am actually quite proud of some of my results. But that is another post for another day. Jeremy and I have a very different opinion of clean and philosophy on when to do dishes. To me, so what if there are a couple dishes in the sink. Or on the counter. Or on the stove. They will still be there when I am ready to take care of them. And I will take care of them – so long as I don’t have more important things to do. Like tend to my littles or my businesses.

Jeremy on the other hand would rather eat frozen meals for dinner than cope with a few dishes strewn around the kitchen! We will call this his adjustment period. I am also trying to teach him that a few toys on the floor isn’t the End. Of. The. World.  This is not an easy job for me. When he was home with the kids for the last 4 years, he obsessively picked up toys several times a day. Me? I start to pick them up in the hour I expect him to come home and usually get distracted in the process. Really, I try. But this has been a struggle for me for as long as I can remember. I thrive in organized chaos. My bedroom growing up, my desk at work, my purse. All a hot mess. See….

But friends, Jeremy is the opposite extreme. This “mess” would send Jeremy Over. The. Edge.

Ya’ll think I’m joking but I’m not. I am set up for failure.

So I will continue on my quest to train Jeremy to embrace a lived in home, and maybe just maybe a little bit of his OCD will rub off on me.