Line em up or toss em in???

Well we are down to the last few days before the DD surgery. I have been making my mental lists of things that I need to do prior to setting off for the hospital as well as getting things in order here at the house. 

I had an interesting moment in the closet the other day.

I was doing the annual seasonal shifting. It was way past time to move all my sweaters and winter clothing to the spare closet. 

I was standing in the doorway looking at my side of the closet.

This is my side of the closet...

(edit: when I look at this picture I notice that nearly all of my shoes are black, this tells me two things. One: I am extremely fashion challenged. Two: I have an extreme aversion to shopping and black shoes will almost all the time go with everything.)

Then I turn and looked at the DH side of the closet and I had to laugh. 

This is the DH side of the closet...

For the first few years of my marriage the DH's rather fastidious tendencies toward neatness was a major bone of contention (still is sometimes). Over the years I have come to love the fact that all his shoes line up side by side on the floor of our closet. 

As I set about transferring all my winter sweaters and other cold weather clothing from point A to point B I had what can only be describe as a "Joan Crawford" moment.

The words "NO WIRE HANGERS EEEEVVVVEEEERRRRR!" 

began to run through my brain. 

After it was all said and done there was a collection of wire hangers in a tangled heap on the bathroom floor and all my cloths were neatly hung, not organized according to sleeve length and color like the DH side, but at least they were all on nice white plastic hangers.

Now I know that y'all are riveted at the state of my closet and I promise that the only person I traumatized with my wire hanger tirade was quite possibly the dog. He thought it was great fun chasing after the hangers as they came sailing out of the closet. 

My Joan Crawford moment aside, there is a reason for my momentary laps into organization. 

In an effort to be proactive and to lay the foundation for an additional 27 years of marital bliss I figure that when I ask the DH to bring me my... from the bedroom closet on his next trip up to the hospital it had best be where he can find it or I might wind up with the ratty shoes reserved for digging in the garden and the hideous blue seersucker shirt dress that is reserved for those dire moments when nothing else is clean. 

Over the years we have leaned to balance our strengths and weaknesses against each other. 

To his credit he compassionately overlooks the sate of my side of the closet and continues to line up his shoes in nice neat rows and hang his shirt according to color and sleeve length and me, well I just toss em in!

This may be my last post for at least a few days, as I said in my previous post, I covet your prayer for all of us as we make preparations for the DD surgery on Monday, I'll check in when I can.

Blessings

Robin