Marriage after all is an agreement. This is what "I", I mean "we" agreed on: I get the master bed room, master bathroom, 3/4 closet space (for my shoes of course), the laundry room, the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, a craft room, and spare room, and 1/2 the garage...
He gets the office (AKA the man cave), the guest bathroom, 1/2 the garage, and the landscaping.
I think it's pretty equal if you ask me?!?
There are two rules with this agreement:
1) Don't touch anything in each others area.
2) You are responsible to clean your area.
Even though we still use and are in each other's area, he knows to try to keep my area as clean as possible (even though he knows I will re-clean everything that he touches...Yes I am an clean freak). And I know not to touch, move, or speak ill of anything in his "Man Cave" or his bathroom (even though they both smell like something died in them...oops, SORRY! I did it again, this is the last time I speak ill of your areas:-).
With that said...I think we have both learned, by experience, the lesson for dis-obeying the two rules mentioned above. However, on occasion, there is 1 exception to the rule: When I can't walk into the "Man Cave" I can take it upon myself to help "organize" the mess he calls his space. (YES!!! I did make that rule up by myself.)
One thing is for sure, I am a "neat freak" and he is "organized chaos".
You could say it's a yin-yang thing.
This is the before picture...
Extreme caution should be taken when looking at the picture...they are scary!!!!
I think it's pretty equal if you ask me?!?
There are two rules with this agreement:
1) Don't touch anything in each others area.
2) You are responsible to clean your area.
Even though we still use and are in each other's area, he knows to try to keep my area as clean as possible (even though he knows I will re-clean everything that he touches...Yes I am an clean freak). And I know not to touch, move, or speak ill of anything in his "Man Cave" or his bathroom (even though they both smell like something died in them...oops, SORRY! I did it again, this is the last time I speak ill of your areas:-).
With that said...I think we have both learned, by experience, the lesson for dis-obeying the two rules mentioned above. However, on occasion, there is 1 exception to the rule: When I can't walk into the "Man Cave" I can take it upon myself to help "organize" the mess he calls his space. (YES!!! I did make that rule up by myself.)
One thing is for sure, I am a "neat freak" and he is "organized chaos".
You could say it's a yin-yang thing.
This is the before picture...
You can't tell but this is his desk!!!
This use to be my desk
***It should be noted that I am allergic to dust and both my
hands and feet are now numb and swollen:-(
This story is to be continued...
Ryan will have chores tonight after work. :-)









6 comments:
Wow! What a difference....you wanna come to my house???
Amazing! I hope your hands have gotten the feeling back in them! Isn't organization so neat! haha
You are a brave, brave woman, my hats off to you!
Wow! Great Job! You are hired!!!!
This totally cracks me up, you're too funny! We really need a place with enough room for a man cave because my man's stuff overfloweth!
Doug and I have recently decided that we need two seperate desks in our office! Mostly because I keep things pretty cluttery...
Nice work!
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