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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[littlecatfeet.livejournal.com]

My dad does the same thing, bringing in things that we might theoretically have a use for someday. We have boxes of old wires, although I can't remember the last time he did a wiring project, mountains of dead hard drives that he had been going to melt down (which, as it turns out, you can't do), and piles of metal casting paraphernalia everywhere. It's been there for years, and that's just in the house itself, not the garage or the shed.

And then he gets mad at his mom for not throwing away things that no longer have any use, failing to see that he is exactly the same way.