There's a place for evrything.

Well my dear Husband, I'm sorry to inform you that the middle of the room is not the place for your socks, the sofa is not the place for your laptop, the dining room is not the place for your coat, the bathroom is not the place for your work papers, the desk is not the place for your wires and finaly, that every free flat surface is not the place for whatever you have no idea where to put it, until I loose my patience and start organizing it.
Please try to make some effort and put everything in its place for the sake of your loving wife.

Using help

Every Tuesday, I come back from work and find the house clean, tidy and just perfect. My wife uses help, she brings a maid to clean our house. The maid is really good and tidy. Even the smell of the house becomes better.

 

As I walk through the house, I look around and find everything tidy, neat and clean. I enter my bedroom, start taking off my clothes and prepare for staying at home. I look for my pajamas and never find them in their place. I look for the sox I wear at home and never find it in place. I remember, that’s a part of my wife’s intelligence. On the first 9 times I thought my wife had taken all these clothes to the laundry, even if they weren’t dirty enough. But as time progressed I understood. It’s a game she is hiding these things from me to test my intelligence, a riddle, adding some adventure to our married life. I loved the riddle thing, it’s really nice and challenging. But during the winter, riddles while you are naked are not nice, for about 5 Tuesdays, I thought that a riddle in the winter is allot more challenging than normal riddles, you have to solve it faster or you’ll freeze. Until the day came when I was not prepared to solve the riddle, I was too cold and the weather was freezing. I asked my wife where the clothes were, cause I was not prepared to solve riddles at the time. She exclaimed what the riddle was, and seemed having no clue what I was talking about. I asked her “forget about the riddle shit, I am too cold, please tell me where are my clothes”

“What Clothes!!” she exclaims, “My pajamas and sox”, I asked while starting to shiver and freeze.

“Oh, most probably, the cleaning lady put them somewhere I don’t know, try to search for them in the laundry, or the bedroom or they may be just behind our bedroom door” while listening to her answer my legs were starting to stick to the floor, they were starting to hurt. I was starting to feel  that my arms will fall off my shoulders, the weather was freezing, and actually, to be honest, I left my stand and decided to wear something new instead and continue the discussion later.

“How come she is not playing a game?”  I wondered while changing my clothes, “I thought she has been playing a game and was happy about it.”

After changing my clothes, I went and found my wife, who was in the kitchen, baking some cake. “Oh shit, this is not a good time to talk about anything, she is concentrating” I thought.

I decided to talk to her about it anyway. “where did the cleaning lady hide my stuff??” I asked her.

“I don’t know.” She answered, “you know something, every time she comes here, I can’t find anything in its place, she just hides stuff”

“Why do you keep her??” I asked, with my eye brows up and maybe above my hair even. “How can someone accept such thing from the cleaning lady?” I thought to myself, right after asking the question.

“well to be honest” she answered “I talked to her many times about this, but she doesn’t seem to respond. But she’s clean, right???”

At that point in time, I remembered how my own wife hides stuff from me, stating that it was misplaced. And just thought that having this discussion is meaningless.

 

Even the help my wife brings has the same exact characteristic as hers “hiding stuff”

My wife should work for an intelligence agency

Note for the readers: In this post, I have used the words "it" and "here" as substitutes to stuff names and places within our home.

Before getting married, I had allot of fight with my mom about how untidy and unorganized my room is. I know I a a disorganized person, and that's a fact of life.
Nevertheless, I believe that I have seen what I have never anticipated in my life after marriage.

My wife can hide stuff in places which you would never think about, and whenever you ask her "Where is it??" the default answer would be thrown at you "in it's place". Each time I am faced with the "Default Answer", I have to definitely wonder if I have developed some brain damaging disease or something, a severe case of Alzheimer or something. Or I would start wondering about today's date, wasn't it yesterday that I used this?? Wasn't "it's place" here?? Or did some days fall off of my mind??

After a long discussion - of "I know that it's place is here" and trying to persuade her for a long time, that I have been using it (by the way, it can stand for anything starting from my clothes, to the chair I am used to sit on in the living room) knowing that it's place is HERE - She pops up with "Do you think it is logical to put it here??" To be honest, at that point in time, I get the feeling that I do not care if it's logical or not, I have been using it for a long time and I know that it's place is here.

After a long negotiation, I would get the fact in my face. My wife has changed the place of "it" from "here" to "there", and there is nothing that I can do about it. Not just that, I would have to adapt to the new place.

Wait for my next post, You'll know about the adaption process.