Intervention

Hubby's sis is sleeping over tonight and we have had many giggles. Hubby helped fold laundry tonight (don't faint). He makes pilez. That's right, lots and lots of pilezzz. So you can picture it, he makes like 5 piles per person (underwear, shirts, pants, sweatshirts, pjs-each with their own pile). Work it out, that is 15 piles for the kids alone. He needs a map to find the pilez and starts new ones when he can't reach the old ones.

So sis decides to have an intervention. When all the laundry is folded and he is surrounded by approximately 20 piles, she points to them and says "This is your brain, it is like piles of crap. Don't get me wrong, you work really hard and I think you do a great job but you need help with your organization". She admits that he can have an opposite intervention because she is over the top when it comes to being organized and making plans. Member how Vavo has curtain day? Well, sis has her week planned too. She knows exactly when she will grocery shop and clean her car each week and has been known to turn down plans to meet hubby and cherubs to do these scheduled tasks. She will check to see if the stove is turned off 3 times before bed even though she doesn't cook.

Hubby, polar opposite of sis can't organize or make a plan to save his life. He refuses to makes plans more than 2 hours in advance (is he afraid he is going to miss something?), can't find his keys, wallet or kids at any given moment and is completely spontaneous. We determined that I am somewhere in the middle. Middle child, even in marriage.