Clutter Clutter Everywhere

One day the headlines are going to read "Man found dead in pile of clutter. Wife is the prime suspect". Further investigation will find that he died as a result of a cave-in and was crushed by his own junk mail. Okay, maybe it is really not that bad, but I just spent one hour straightening the bar and dining room table. I do this every couple of months and swear that I'll never do it again because it is almost all my husband's crap, but inevitably I will need something that I cannot find. (In this case it was registration papers for the cats; I've been anxiously awaiting DNA test results on them and I wanted to be ready when I get them back so that if they are negative for PKD I can send the stuff off, come up with a cattery name and prepare for kittens in a few months. Sorry about the long kitty explanation, but I'm really excited about them.) Anyway I got really frustrated that I couldn't find the papers, so I cleaned up his mess once again, but this time I swear I won't do it again, that is until I really need something and break under the pressure. Less than a year ago, I made an office for him with nothing but our computer, file cabinets and a long table for all his stuff and what did he do? He cluttered up the entire room and once again it began spilling-over into the kitchen onto the table and bar. He barely has room to eat because I push it all to his side of the table to make room for me and the kids. Maybe I should push it onto his plate and he could just eat it that is about the only way I'm going to get him to clean it up. How can he rant and rave at the children for not picking-up after themselves when he can't even do it? Sometimes I just want to scream.

He came in just after I cleaned-up his mess and of course he didn't notice because he's blind. Ha! I shouldn't make jokes at the expense of the visually impaired, but I have to live with one, so I have the right. It can really be pretty funny. I can flip him off and he never knows or stick out my tongue or mouth some smart ass response and he's none the wiser; of course I only do these things when the kids aren't around. Anyway, he had been to town with his nephew and he brought me a present. Guess what it was? A pooper scooper to use with the dogs. There was once a day that I would have been disgusted and ticked-off by that present, but I was actually proud of it and felt that he was being thoughtful. My life has REALLY changed since marrying and having children.