I am often asked, “Is your husband as organized as you?”
I could not be married to someone who is unorganized. And I wasn’t about to change someone, so I found an organized guy.
I met my husband while he was in law school. While his roommates had laundry piled to the ceiling, his room was always put together.
When he moved after law school, the man was an organized machine. I think I unloaded one box in his apartment. He’d handled the rest.
When we had two children in less than two years, he was right there with me, folding laundry, doing dishes, putting things back in their places and getting rid of stuff we didn’t need.
He does all the grocery shopping and plans our meals for the week. He coordinates our trips. I literally just show up to the airport.
Once a quarter, without prompting from me, he goes through his closet and assesses his clothes. He throws away old T-shirts. He tosses worn tennis shoes. He’s not a clothes buyer, so his closet only has what he needs.
To prove it, I took a photo of his closet.
At work, he prides himself on staying organized, so he can be efficient. Every night before he leaves, he takes 10 minutes to file and clear off his desk. He knows a clear desk means he can focus on his clients and writing briefs — and not thinking about that water bottle that’s a month old. It also keeps his stress levels low.
Here’s his desk on a recent visit to his office:
But don’t tell him I said that!