Weekend

[pegkerr]

I'm a little slow getting started this morning. Short on sleep. It was a quiet weekend, but pleasant. Rob and I went to his brother's fiftieth birthday party on Saturday night. We had our family picture taken for Christmas cards and the girls' annual picture taken together yesterday. They turned out really well, and I'll post them later this week when we get them back from the photographer.

By myself, I worked on cleaning up the house last night. Well, just the living room, really. It is just so frustrating: what happens is that Rob starts piling up stuff. If the piles of papers gets too high, he gets a box and shoves them in, and then sticks them in a corner. And then another box gets piled on top, and then another, and then another.

Rob just doesn't see the point of putting things away or throwing things away. He just stacks them, one on top of another. And he brings more stuff into the house that we have no use for, just because it theoretically might be useful to someone, somewhere, someday.

It's a continual state of battling entropy. We don't need that. Don't bring it into the house. Put it away.

He is an inexhaustible source of chaos.

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[irinaauthor.livejournal.com]

Steve is the same way. I just throw it all out. He had this tremendous pile of mail that started on the table, and then had to move to the desk, and finally to the floor because it just kept getting bigger. Every now and then I'd say, "You know...that pile of your mail..." and he'd snap, "I know! I will take care of it!" But did he? Of course not. Finally, when he was out one day, I got a trash bag and just threw the whole gigantic pile away. I didn't even sort through it; I just figured that, if he hadn't had to dig through it by now, there wasn't anything in there that he needed to keep.

That was four months ago, and he still hasn't noticed that the mountain of old mail that had been on the floor next to his desk isn't there anymore.