Here lies Caren McCaleb. She could put dishes away faster than you. Ponder that and go do something great with your life.
That’s what I am reflecting on after a little incident this morning with a bunch of stray plastic lids. I need to re-frame my habitual response.
I have a pet peeve that’s triggered almost daily. It’s about putting things away. I want every item to have a place in the home where it lives. I want them to be in that place, and only that place, when they are not in use. My husband does not seem to want this. He is okay with things being in all sorts of places. In my model, every object has an assigned parking lot that no one else can park in, in his, the parking lot is first come first serve and just because you got the prime spot yesterday doesn’t mean a plastic lid can’t claim it today.
The reason I prefer my model is that it is more efficient. When I am putting things away, especially the dishes, I can grab what I want to return and just place it where it goes. In his model, I grab what I want to put away, go to the place it lives, notice the space is now occupied by an interloper, set down the object I’m holding, resettle the interlopers, pick up the object again and finally place it. The peeve I feel, the irritation, is that extra few steps. I don’t want to move the stupid plastic lids before I can set down the bowl! I’ve got other important things to do like surf the web for bad news.
Imagine if every time you came back to your apartment, you have to double park your car, knock on the neighbor’s door, ask for his keys and move his car from your parking spot to his. Such a needless pain in the ass.
Or is it?
My husband consistently does a bunch of things I hate to do; bill paying, laundry, feeding the dogs, last dog walk of the night, veterinary interactions, communicating with our tax guy, installing everything that needs installing, car maintenance, Wi-Fi maintenance, staying calm. He also does a bunch of things so much better than me, like making chili and being a DJ. His chili is perfection and he is a genius music curator. Is there something on this list that I would trade for better tupperware management?
If we both did what I can do, how would this other stuff get done? If we both did what I can do, what would be the need for me? Rather than see this an act against my efficiency, I need to see it as an opportunity to be of use.
When I move the plastic lids to free up the space for a small ornamental bowl, I am contributing to this family. I am not being denied quality of life. I need to see my task as a gift of gratitude to those I love and not as stolen piece of mind. The piece of mind that will be lost is when I don’t have my wonderful husband and his wonder skills.
I don’t hold my husband close and tell him how lovely it is to be married to a very efficient man. Please let me give him a better reason to hold me close in return.
6 thoughts on “Being Efficient isn’t a Great Epithet”
Kind of got me choked up. Especially as I notice the still full suitcase the husband has not unpacked for two weeks. It’s now open and clothes, probably both clean and dirty, are spewing out of it. But hey, he’s a great cook – among many other wonderful traits.
Thank you Mary! The glass is always half full and half empty. It’s real challenge to stay in the full lane!
It’s beautiful when two people compliment each other. As I read this, I thought about myself and my partner and although I do most things like clean, pay the bills, sort out the animals and go to the vets, my partner cooks and I’d be very unhealthy without his meals haha.
So glad you could relate! Thank you! It is very nice to have a complimentary pair. I love the felted owls that you make! 💕 I am inspired to try and make one.
Thank you so much ☺️ I hope you do sometime. I love those sidewalk faces! I’ve been looking through your gallery and it brought a smile to my face, cheered me up after a long day 😊
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