Domestic Bliss

This actually took place before we went away, but I’ve only just got around to writing it down. Anyway. Naomi likes things tidy. This is, in itself, not necessarily a bad thing; however, Naomi’s definition of tidy is simply that if there is a surface, there needs to be nothing on it, and so anything on it will be removed to a location nearby such that she can no longer see it. Thus, I now have to build in an extra 15 minutes into my morning routine to figure out where she’s moved my keys to, me having put them on the kitchen sideboard the previous evening; it led to a brief panic just before our honeymoon because she had moved my Pile Of Incredibly Important Papers That Absolutely Must Not Get Lost from the kitchen sideboard where it’s supposed to live into a range of more-or-less arbitrary drawers in myour bedroom, thus meaning I had absolutely no idea where my travel insurance documents were. It also leads to conversations like this:

Me: Naomi, dearest, love of my life.
She: Yeeeeees?
Me: There is toothpaste in the fridge.
She: Oh, that should probably be in the bathroom.
Me: I know that. Why is there toothpaste in the fridge?
She: Well, it was on the worktop. You know, just kind of… sitting there. It needed to go somewhere.

I can see this marriage thing may take some work.

One Response to “Domestic Bliss”

  1. Therese says:

    Hee hee hee hee hee.

    This is just going to get more and more interesting as time goes on.