I'm just furious at my husband. He has this horrible tendency to pass responsibility onto me for stuff he was responsible for. For example, if he loses/misplaces something, suddenly I need to be the one that knows where the thing is. I have a hard enough time keeping track of my own stuff, so I'm quite reliable about where/how I place things. But his stuff?

I adore my husband, but he's so disorganized. I truly believe it's his ADD. What's worse is that he complicates so many things. I keep my stuff in order and accounted for by not having way too much stuff and way too many places to put it all. I follow Henry David Thoreau's suggestion to "Simplify, simplify, simplify!" He doesn't. Packages arrive nearly every day with stuff that I would never order.We went to a garden shop yesterday to buy a plant. I say "a plant" and came home with six, none of which had proper pots and saucers. So they all sat on my kitchen counter, my personal special realm. I got so frustrated thinking that they'd sit there for days and days that I found old Tupperware containers, shoved them all in them, and put them in the living room and by his chair in the kitchen. When I complain about such things, he gets angry saying "They're for us, not just for me." But I didn't buy six. He did! I didn't buy all of the gizmos that he did. I'd say that about 75% of the stuff in the house is HIS stuff or stuff I'd never have. Upstairs he still has a mountain high pile of what is probably 200 socks that absolutely won't fit into even three dresser drawers. I always have to restrain myself from doing with such stuff what I DEEP DOWN would like to do with it. Everything has sentimental or nostalgic value to him. Relatively little does for me, though I do like my culinary-related belongings. And to think how much stuff I managed to get rid of before moving to Europe. I say "I" because it was mostly my doing, and mostly stuff that was originally his. I got rid of even stuff of mine, which represented a small amount, comparatively.

Sorry for the venting. I have vented about him to my s-i-l, who thankfully understands where I'm coming from.