Very early on in our relationship, Hot Guy rearranged my refrigerator. As all it contained was breakfast food, condiments and diet Pepsi, I didn't really think much about it. If he wanted to bring food over and cook it for me, who was I to complain about the organization of my refrigerator? Besides, it was so cute how much interest he took in it.
Now, of course, I make breakfast and lunch for the kids and myself every day. A lot of times I have to make dinner (or, you know, an attempt at dinner) too. The refrigerator is usually full. So - and it was just a coincidence that Hot Guy was out of town - I rearranged the fridge and freezer the way I like it. I like to have things organized because my short-term memory is shot from lack of sleep. Sorting things by category allows me to find things quickly, which makes me happy. And cuts down on the whining. The kids appreciate quick service.
Anyway, now Hot Guy is back. And what did I discover on the breakfast shelf of the freezer this morning? Chicken nuggets. I mean, sure, the kids probably WOULD eat them for breakfast. But they don't. The chicken nuggets had been on the meat shelf. With the other meat. Like should be put with like. In rows. With the oldest ones in the front. Because that's what makes sense, right? RIGHT?
Already his expensive Parmesan has moved from the cheese shelf to right in front of the yogurt.
I think his system can be summed up as, "Wherever I can put it quickly". He says it has to do with being a cook. Either way, it means that stuff gets forgotten as it winds up in the back. And you always have to move stuff out of the way to get what you want. And it just looks messier. Not that he seems to care. He has absolutely no respect for my system.
So, which one of us is the problem here? Do you have an organized fridge? Or do you think I'm weird?
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This is number 2 on my list of "Reasons I'm Still Single". Number one is, of course, "Why Is He Always In The Same Room As Me?". I'm going on 4 years now of being single for the first time in my life. The longer I go... the happier I seem to be. Coincidence? I think not! :-)
Um... sad, but true.
I have an organized fridge until the moment when my hubby gets his hands on it again.
Ugh.
Must be something with that Y chromosome
I'm with him on this. Just throw the crap in wherever it will fit.
OK I just had to comment. I have been accused of needing medication for my deep appreciation of an organized closet, pantry, drawer, room etc. My friends laugh at me but they can because they don't have to live with me. My husband appreciates looking at it but is less enthusiastic about complying with my requests. I guess there are some things we have to agree to disagree and keep rearranging.
Organized Fridge??
BWAHAHAHA!! You slay me.
With a teenage boy who can't find enough food to shove down his gullet, ever, and a picky eater, not to mention the SuperHub, it's a land mine in our fridge.
I am open to volunteers willing to come clean and organzie my refrigerator for me.
Er, I don't organize my fridge. Shit, I don't even organize my thoughts. That being said, my life would probably be easier if I DID organize those things. And it would totally bug me if Hubby undid my organizing. He habitually undoes my cleaning, does that count?
geeze I should have read that before I posted. Sorry i sounded a bit short bus....
my issue is my pantry. my husband and kids will help "put groceries away" but I always have to come behind and re do the pantry! drives me crazy!!
OMG, I can't believe I'm not alone!! DH does exactly the same thing - much like Mary Tyler Moore did in her old sitcom. Every time he's nervous or anxious, he rearranges the pantry. Drives me nuts, but as he says - it's better than drinking a sixpack, right? Right. The power of small.
Lisa
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