The next morning one of the dads showed up with a floatie device, a swim suit, and a diaper . . . he meant to grab a swim diaper but realized it was just a regular variety. Oops. Coach, who hadn't left for work yet, had a thought. 'Don't we still have swim diapers in a closet somewhere?
HE WAS SERIOUS!!!
|Flotation device, bathing suit, and 'regular diaper' . . . uh oh.|
I attack those closets on a regular basis. Last year I filled several garbage bags of clothes to donate to the less fortunate. My mind hurts to consider how jammed up every space in our house would be if I failed to regularly toss out nonessential items . . . like swim diapers!
I assured the dad that despite Coach's vote of confidence, I would not be able to scrounge up a swim diaper. He ran to the drug store and bought a pack.
Coach and I typically have different approaches to organizing the house. If he can see the carpet in the family room, he considers his efforts a success. I prefer not to just plow a walking path through the room. I'm all about putting things where they belong, and of course my ultimate goal is always: ELIMINATE.
I often feel like what I do around here goes unnoticed. I have sensed that my efforts to run a tight ship are glossed over. Taken for granted. Coach's swim diaper comment confirmed that for me.
Do you have a spouse who doesn't know where you keep things, or assumes you own things that have been tossed out ions ago? Do tell.