Julia Thompson schreef:
> Hey, Sonja, I don't know how disorganized your dwelling is, but if it's
> disorganized, have you gotten bitten by an organization bug?
Yes, very. But that might have to do something with trying to sqeeze in
three
people in an appartement that isn't very big. Ever since I moved in we
had
problems on sorting out how to organize our space. Where we, before,
were
somewhat indifferent to unused or not economically used space, now,
everything
needs to be very organised and reorganised until everything fits. Sofar
we
managed to give junior his own (albeit very small) room, change the not
used
office into our bedroom and started even on rearranging some storage
space (in
sofar as we had some that is). Now everything is on hold because they
want to
tear down the building we live in within the next year. But somehow I
still
feel the itch to do things get everything ready for our little arrival.
And
knowing that lifting things is getting to be more and more difficult
doesn't
really help. I would need to do some major rearrangements to complete
all the
rearrangement stuff I already planned and started on last year. But I
dare not
start in case we still have to move sometime soon. Then again they
already
piped down a bit in so far that the demolition plans have been postponed
until
further notice.(whenever that may be)
Every time I seem to find some of Jeroen's stuff that hasn't been gone
through
on previous occasions (he, he, he) and he gets assigned to sort it out
and
reorganize it into something less spacy/bulky. So far his office (which
is now
our bedroom), his storage areas and his desk drawers have fallen victim
to
this. As for my stuff. I practically have nothing left to sort through.
I only
took with me the stuff I needed when I moved into Jeroen's appartment,
still
plenty but it's all neatly arranged except for some smaller detailes.
Poor
Jeroen is actually the one that (sofar) suffered most from my
organization
bug. <evil grin> Then again he wants to have kids more than I do,
so..... ;o)
> I've just suddenly decided that some things have to be sorted through and
> then
> stored, and I'm itching to move on that. (Unfortunately, the boxes of
> mine I want to go through first are behind boxes of Dan's, and a couple of
> those are heavy enough that I don't want to try to move them. Not that I
> couldn't, but if I did something just wrong and hurt myself, he'd feel
> really bad for a lot longer than I want to hear him apologizing.)
Same here. I don't feel I should move stuff by myself that I actually
feel
confident I could move. I know I'd get into a lot of trouble if Jeroen
found
out. I'm the stubburn, tough kind of girl so I'm not really into asking
anybody to do something for me I feel I could do (even with some
difficulty or
with some detour) myself. And that attitude of mine on occasion gets him
rather angry. But it doesn't seem fair to me to let him do all the
lifting I
still have planned (with all the inherent complaining and moaning that
usually
accompanies any such endeavors by any male ;o) ) while he has a full
time job
and me being at home all day anyway. Then again doing it by myself is
not the
answer either or so my back tries to tell me on occasion. Maybe we
females
should get over these feelings and start taking a bit more advantage of
the
situation since it'll only get worse within a few months. :o)
Sonja
