This week I mentioned to Mr. Bernie that we need to clean our bedroom. We do a fine job keeping up the main parts of the house, but our bedroom gets put on the back burner. I told him that if we BOTH tackled the room, it would get done faster. What I had in my head for cleaning the bedroom and what the Mr. had in his head, were two different things.
Yesterday morning he pulled EVERYTHING out of our closet and laid it on the bed. I about had an aneurysm when I saw that! Then he proceeded to hold a couple of items up and say, “I have never seen you wear this. I was thinking of putting it on Ebay.” What? Are you kidding me? Who is this man? I gently explained to him that it was a summer shirt my Mom sent me for Christmas. I have not had a chance to wear it in our winter weather. Then tried again, “Have you ever worn this? What is this? How about if I put it on Ebay?” All I could do is grind my teeth. I can’t remember the last time he put anything on Ebay. I’m still taking in the fact that all my clothing in the closet is on my bed. I don’t need him to pick through it like he is going to open an Ebay shop with my stuff.
Then all the dirty clothes he piled into the living room floor. “I think we should take these to the laundry mat. It will only take us a couple of hours to get them all washed and dried.” What? Are you kidding me? I can’t stand going to the laundry mat. It makes my skin crawl. I don’t want strangers seeing my clothes. I hang many of my clothes to dry. (A habit which drives Mr. Bernie nuts.) I don’t want to hold a cart hostage while my shirts are drying. I don’t wanna do it and you can’t make me.
While Mr. Bernie is dragging more items out of the closet, I’m trying to organize our dresser. That means matching up earrings and putting them in little plastic bags. I found a few pairs of my hooker earrings I didn’t realize I had. I cleaned out a drawer of
crap treasures I had been saving for who knows what. I put Mr. Bernie’s notes safely back into the drawer to save forever and a day.
Then it was time for brunch. After that our jets kind of stopped. We ate brunch, watched some tv, looked at the pile of clothes and watched something else. We are the king and queen of procrastination. We are so very good at it. We seriously need crowns or plaques or something acknowledging this fact.
It was time for bed and time to shovel the said bed off. Mr. Bernie showed me a stack of his old Carhart jeans and said, “I’m going to put these on Ebay.” Thank God! He found something he could Ebay!! The day is complete.