Separate Houses
I often say, half-jokingly, that Arnon and I should live in separate houses. If necessary, the two houses could be on the same plot of land, and even connected by a large foyer or other lobby-like space if the absence of one would be a deal-breaker. Thus far, only one other person has liked my idea, but for reasons that differ from mine.
If we lived separately, I would keep my house clean and simple, and the stove top would always be clean because I would never cook. My fridge would only contain Orangina, wine, beer, a small amount of frozen food-like products and condiments, similar to Beast’s fridge.
Arnon could keep his house as messy as he likes, store his stinky hockey and lacrosse equipment indoors, and fill his pantry with all the tree-hugger foods he enjoys.
Sounds wonderful, no?
Well, Arnon is quick to point out that he is the cleaner one of the two of us because he does a little bit each day to preserve order whereas I have two modes of existence: pristine and hurricane–nothing in between. Sad, but true.
I cleaned shortly before having dinner guests over on the 15th of August and that was really the last time until yesterday. I’ve been home all week with a sinus infection and every time I get one, I enter a phase where everything smells like baking soda and the only thing that gives me comfort is to clean. So I did.
This time around, I’m really going to try and follow Arnon’s lead in doing a little each day to maintain order. I don’t want him to write his own blog post about wanting a separate house in order to avoid Hurricane Tobia.
