It’s the Little Things

My husband grew up in a home where his mother said, “There is a place for everything and everything needs to be in it’s place.”

While her house was filled to the brim with crap stuff, it was always very neat and tidy.

I grew up in a home that was drastically different. Drastically doesn’t really even begin to explain the differences in our households growing up.

I am organizationally challenged and in the nearly sixteen years that we have been married I have gotten to be a better housekeeper as our houses have gotten bigger. I am guessing that that’s no coincidence.

The once little children are bigger and while they still make lots of messes, at least now I can get them to help pull their weight around the house – you know, after much threatening of taking stuff away, specifically their phones.

I know that the mess bothers my husband a lot more than he cares to admit, but it’s the little things that I do –  you know, aside from the housework – that help him to stay sane and I know that I appreciate him.

When my male neighbors see me outside snow blowing the driveway in the winter or mowing the grass in the summer they laugh and talk about how my husband has me so well trained and sometimes nudge their wives and tell them to take note, I smile and keep on doing whatever task it is that I am doing thinking that these guys don’t have a clue.

I love being able to say that I did these things, and truth be told I love playing with the snow blower in the winter.

Starting his truck, making his lunch, making sure that the bed is made and I am not in my pajamas when he gets home from work are really not big things to me. I don’t do them  to be the perfect wife. I do them because I feel that all too often I fall short;  and because I don’t have place for everything, and it most definitely isn’t in it’s place.

About Heather Durdil

Heather is a 30 something wife and mother living near Cleveland, Ohio. When she is not answering questions about how she is old enough to have teenage children she is writing about her life on her blog, tweeting about some random thing on Twitter or totally over sharing her life through pictures on Instagram.

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  1. Place? What do you mean place? You mean like Kansas? Cause that’s a place.

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  2. Ange says:

    Huh.

    Now I know how to make it up to my husband because I’m a crap housekeeper :)

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  3. Yeah, same here. Only the PJ part. I do try to stay in those all day if possible.

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    • My husband works a crazy 2nd shift schedule (I say crazy because he has to come in early every effing day) so most days it’s pretty late when he gets home. I only tell you this because there are some days when I have been out of my PJ’s for exactly 15 minutes when he walks in the door.

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  4. Faiqa says:

    Having everything in its place is totally overrated and annoys the crap out of everyone. Trust me on this one. I know we’re supposed to be snarky in these comments, but here’s food for thought: being organized in not the same thing as being tidy. Being organized means you can find stuff when you need to find it. If you can’t do that, it doesn’t matter how much a person spends at the container store, they aren’t organized. So it’s possible to be messy and organized just as much as it’s possible to be tidy and disorganized. Great post.
    ::Jumping off soap box::
    Also, I would never do anything that involved a snow blower for my husband. So you’re a better woman than I. ;-)

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  5. Virginia says:

    This post doesn’t make me want to get organized, because I’m super disorganized and never know where anything is.

    However, it does make me wish I lived somewhere that there was enough snow to justify buying a snow blower to play with.

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