I love my wife: she is brilliant, a beautiful and most incredible person … She is however a moving freak … Where some guys might drink beer, watch sports or play video games for fun she likes to rearrange the house.
That isn’t me in the photo but it’s how I feel when any sentence starts with “This weekend I want to …” because I know the next word will be “rearrange”.
If she really wants to do something, and I am resisting, that just adds to the challenge, and she recruits her partners in crime, Brenda and the kids.
It got so bad that one day when she went away I rearranged the house just to get her back. Ha ha – if you want to see a housekeeper having kittens that is the way … Didn’t work though: on her return Sonya just laughed and made me put everything back.
So earlier in the week when she said she wanted to move the kids’ rooms, you know I was just overjoyed with excitement.
Anyway my real frustration is … and as hard as it is to admit, she is always right … a change is as good as a holiday, and the result is wonderful. It could be worse: her friend moves house more often than guys buy new underwear.
So after two days we have moved the girls, set up a new office and TV room, and rearranged the lounge so we can better enjoy the view. We even removed the TVs from the girls’ rooms (that was never a good idea) and the house is brilliant.
She must be wearing off on me … I guess love does that to you … It really was lots of fun and the result is so cool.
LOL We should be ok for another couple of weeks.
