I love Mr. Mathnerd. Really I do. But he has some traits that are less than fantastic. The big thing is that he's a borderline hoarder. When I move in almost two years ago this place was an absolute disaster. It's approximately 4500 square feet (average of the two sets of plans that do t agree with each other), with five bedrooms and three bathrooms. The main floor has the entry way, kitchen, formal and informal dining rooms and living rooms. Downstairs is a bedroom, bath, laundry too and a rec room that's larger than the three bedroom apartment I lived in in North Dakota. Upstairs are the other four bedrooms and two bathrooms. When we moved in the kitchen was usable. He had his birds, a desk and a table in he informal dining room, but there was stuff everywhere and basically paths to get around. The living room and formal dining room were completely unusable and the entry way was also piled with stuff. The rec room downstairs was also just paths around junk piles and you basically couldn't get into the three non master bedrooms upstairs. The master again was just paths around stuff. The downstairs bedroom was mostly empty and we dragged mattresses in there for the boys to sleep originally. The bathrooms were clean.
Initially I got the three upstairs bedrooms cleaned out for the boys, the living room cleaned, the dining room turned into a dining room and the informal dining room turned into an office/aviary. I made the downstairs bedroom a guest bedroom. I carved out a little space for me in the master bedroom. Oh, and the master bath was disgusting. Only the two non master baths were cleaned. It took me almost ten hours to crib down the master bath. So while I didn't get it all done, I put a hell of a lot of work into this place.
Well, the thing we fight the most about is housekeeping. While I got a hell of a lot done, my bedroom has still been a disaster as has been the rec room, plus his stuff piles started growing again. When my environment is in chaos, I don't function well. I tried explaining this to him but it's fallen on deaf ears. It's a source of much tension.
So he's out of town this week. I've been revenge cleaning. The rec room is now two separate living spaces and looks fantastic. I rearranged the living room so it's also two spaces (tv area and music area). Then I got the stuff liked in the dining room and the office organized again. Today I started on our bedroom. There was a corner so liked up with stuff (and at least six inches of dust) that o had no idea it was actually a vanity/dressing area! I've cleaned up and stored his piles of stuff. It's a room again, not a space with one foot wide paths to get from the door to the bed and bathroom.
He's going to freak out, but I don't really care. If he's going to bitch at me for not keeping the house clean, I'm going to make it so I can actually keep it clean. I haven't thrown anything away (most of the stuff in that vanity corner belonged to his late wife. A lot of it is now packed away, but her jewelry boxes are cleaned and on display). I'm honestly doing all this out of revenge. It might not be the best thing to do, but boy does it make me feel better.
Initially I got the three upstairs bedrooms cleaned out for the boys, the living room cleaned, the dining room turned into a dining room and the informal dining room turned into an office/aviary. I made the downstairs bedroom a guest bedroom. I carved out a little space for me in the master bedroom. Oh, and the master bath was disgusting. Only the two non master baths were cleaned. It took me almost ten hours to crib down the master bath. So while I didn't get it all done, I put a hell of a lot of work into this place.
Well, the thing we fight the most about is housekeeping. While I got a hell of a lot done, my bedroom has still been a disaster as has been the rec room, plus his stuff piles started growing again. When my environment is in chaos, I don't function well. I tried explaining this to him but it's fallen on deaf ears. It's a source of much tension.
So he's out of town this week. I've been revenge cleaning. The rec room is now two separate living spaces and looks fantastic. I rearranged the living room so it's also two spaces (tv area and music area). Then I got the stuff liked in the dining room and the office organized again. Today I started on our bedroom. There was a corner so liked up with stuff (and at least six inches of dust) that o had no idea it was actually a vanity/dressing area! I've cleaned up and stored his piles of stuff. It's a room again, not a space with one foot wide paths to get from the door to the bed and bathroom.
He's going to freak out, but I don't really care. If he's going to bitch at me for not keeping the house clean, I'm going to make it so I can actually keep it clean. I haven't thrown anything away (most of the stuff in that vanity corner belonged to his late wife. A lot of it is now packed away, but her jewelry boxes are cleaned and on display). I'm honestly doing all this out of revenge. It might not be the best thing to do, but boy does it make me feel better.











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