Kamel is driving me totally nutso and this is not a post about how it’s ok that he’s driving me nuts because I love him so much and blahblah. No. He’s totally pissing me off and it’s time to tell you about it.
Guess what, Kamel? Emptying a box and throwing everything in that box on the floor is not called unpacking. It’s called making a giant mess for Lauren to continually walk over until she feels like her head is going to explode and she cleans it up for you.
After I spend 5 hours setting up the apartment, moving boxes by myself, lugging furniture, hanging millions of pieces of clothes, re-arranging, setting up the pantry, being thoughtful with where I put things, clearing surfaces and making sure to throw away trash… don’t come in behind me once you get home and start tossing things about willy-nilly. I will smother you in your sleep.
Filling the linen closet 1/2 way with your electronics misses the point. Linens and stuff (tempted to say “Linens N Things”) for the bathroom/bedroom go here. Boxes and haphazard bags of wires and god-knows-whats don’t. We are lucky enough to have other closets and bookshelves for that. Use them.
When I set aside clean clothes to fold the next day, don’t throw your dirty ones on top of that pile. We have places for dirty clothes to go, they look exactly like the things we used in the last apartment for dirty clothes – because they are exactly the same. And when you start walking in circles, telling me you don’t know where these dirty clothes hampers are and ohmygosh why can’t i just tell you?!! Think about where they were in the old place – because they are also in the exact same spot.
And! When I super nicely (which, granted, is a difficult tone for me to muster at this time) ask you not to throw your smelly shirts and socks ontop of the clothes I just washed, please don’t come back with, “well… look at all the SHOES you leave on the floor!” Since, you know… those shoes came from a box that you “emptied” and then left in a giant pile in the middle of the living room, because when you say that I will have a giant meltdown that you’ll spend the rest of the day trying to clean up.
It won’t be good for either of us.