But I do like things to be reasonably tidy, and I am pretty organised. My husband, however, is not - at all. He's very untidy, he just doesn't seem to notice when things are in a mess. He's also extremely disorganised and is forever losing things - tools, keys, shoes, glasses - because he puts things down and can't remember where he's put them...I've always said his hands are not connected to his brain. He's dyslexic, which I think is one of the main reasons why he's so disorganised - his brain just doesn't organise things very well.
After 34 years of marriage, I'm used to his disorganisation - I also count myself fortunate that he's so hands on and is willing to get stuck into anything, he's a great DIYer and can turn his hand to building most things. He does create loads of mess though, which does tend to irritate me - I just have to keep telling myself that it's a means to an end and the end will be worth it.
This is all about the utility room - he decided, without me saying anything, that he'd fit new worktops as he thought I'd like them. He's right, I would - I never mentioned it though because I didn't want to give him any more work, I would have put up with the old mismatched ones. He had in the shed, unbeknown to me, a long length of worktop he'd been given by a neighbour, which was surplus to their requirements. It wasn't quite enough to completely replace everything in the utility room, but there's a local discount woodyard which sells loads of surplus stock/slightly damaged worktops at very cheap prices. He went there this morning, confident that he'd be able to find a matching piece - he did, and it only cost £14! So now he's taking out the old worktops and fitting the new ones, which involves yet more mess.
Yes I'm very grateful, and I know I'm going to have a lovely utility room which will meet all my requirements and, very importantly, look really nice, after having basically a makeshift horrible tip for the past few years. But I am beginning to be a bit irritated by the ongoing mess - dry plaster footprints all over the kitchen floor every time he walks in, because he doesn't take his outside shoes off (because he's in and out about 50 times an hour all day long!). And feeling a bit irritable about having to move things (that he's put there 'just for a minute' and then forgets he's done it because his mind immediately goes straight onto something else) so that I can get to something. E.g. he'd put his stepladder and a box of decorating equipment in front of the spare fridge in the utility room, and I needed to get something out of it. He'd also moved a big plastic box containing the dog food, because he wanted to get to something behind it - he put the box, which is heavy, on top of the small chest freezer and left it there. I had to call him in from the garden to come and move it, as it was too heavy for me to lift.
I think all the things I'm learning in my yoga classes about breathing and releasing tension are going to come in very handy over the next few days! In another week or so it will all be done, I just have to focus on that.