For all men suffering from “bed dysfunction” I apologize for
being insensitive. But pay attention
gentlemen this is for you: the bed is
NOT a place to dump mail you haven’t sorted in three months, old magazines, six
remote controls (none of which even work the TV in the bedroom), pens that
don’t work, or your collection of directions to every piece of techno crap you
ever bought and never read.
These items, along with the five boxes of checks from
accounts you closed ten years ago belong on your desk. I am not even dreaming you would consider using
the trashcan.
In our previous house George's desk was in the guest
bedroom. I came to the conclusion he
believed the bed was really a large, soft trashcan. Once a month I cleaned it off, put all the
contents in a bag, labeled it and put it on a shelf in the garage for him to
sort at his leisure. Two years later the
garage was full, and I realized he was sooooooo busy he had no “leisure” time
to throw this stuff out. Being the kind
and generous wife I am, I decided to help him and to the dump it went. Very next day, he had a panic attack that I
might have thrown out a piece of wire he might need in 10 years. (No exaggeration…we have packed up and moved
SIX times a tangled mess of 10-guage underground wire George might need some
day.)
So, for ladies suffering similar “bed” problems with your
men, I offer this solution. Use his space
as your vanity. Make his workbench the
perfect place to store that case of tampons from Costco, shaving cream,
make-up, and bubble bath...and for you laden-with-wisdom ladies his desk is a
great place to put your box of Depends Undergarments.
I love when there is an easy solution to difficult problems.
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