In honor of my husband’s upcoming birthday, I thought I would share with you the Top Ten Things My Husband
Hates Strongly Dislikes About Living With a Creative Minded Person (or maybe just me).
For a little backstory- In case you don’t know, I am very much a coloring outside of the lines person while my husband is very structured and has a (slight) OCD problem…self diagnosed of course! We are the perfect example of opposites attract when it comes to housework, function of our brains and how to define the word CLEAN!
So without further ado…The Top Ten Things the Hubby
Hates Strongly Dislikes about Living with a Creative Minded Person
- House Work Seems like a Waste of Valuable Time to Me. Honestly, whoever set the standards that the wife needed to be the one to clean and cook should be punched in the throat. Men can do those things just a well as women if they practice enough. *my dad is a fantastic cook* Lucky for me, my husband is a pro at doing his own laundry, vacuuming our house, dusting and cleaning. He is even great at making sure I get my laundry done and hung up so that I don’t live in a world of piles of clothes on the floor, overflowing clothes baskets and having to do the dreaded *sniff* test to decide if this is a dirty pile or clean pile. (Side note – anyone who ever visited my room in high school knows that these were real problems at one point in my life). Although, according to the hubby I still have a long ways to go in my training, I have made some serious strides in my cleaning skills…SERIOUS STRIDES PEOPLE. (pretty sure my hubby would have never taken me on a date had he seen my high school room…hindsight 20/20, sorry Mom and Dad)
- I live in ORGANIZED chaos. To every outsider that walks in to my house/craft room (or maybe just the hubby) it may appear to be a room full of clutter and messes, but somehow and by some miracle in my crazy brain I can tell you exactly where about anything you are looking for is and why it is where it is. (Except for when I *lose* the occasional something and then it is just gone, plain gone…like my diamond necklace from the hubby, or the birthstone ring from my parents…*insert sad face emoji with tears*)
- My brain is constantly in motion. My husband is the sort of person that at the end of the day he just wants to chill…watch TV, drink a beer, play play station, grill a big, juicy steak and fall asleep in his easy chair. That is his thing and I respect that, but I drive him nuts when I am constantly scurrying around the house, asking for his help and assistance and making the house smell weird with my different paints, glues, sealers, sanders, and everything in between.
- I am a night owl. To go along with the point above, while he is in chill mode or autopilot at night I am out in full force. I get my best work done after 9 pm most nights. And when I am not working on a project, on my computer or in my craft room, I am laying in bed on my phone scoping out new project ideas. I don’t know how many times he has complained about being on my phone while he is trying to snore in my ear and I am thinking of 20 different things I can do with the barn window I just scored from my favorite antique store.
- I always have a project…or projects. At best I have 5 different projects going on at the same time. Or what is supposed to be projects. To the hubby, these hidden treasures are just clutter in our house, garage, little shed, my parents, and his parents. If only I had a button to extend time or pause time would I be able to complete all my projects. So to him my creative ideas just equal more stuff in our lives.
- I like junk. Most of the items I bring home as my projects have been check marked in the hubby’s brain as junk. He has toted them to the dumpster and closed the book on their story. However, when he turns his back his wife (usually with the help of his mother (aka my mother in law)) climbs into the dumpster, totes the junk back out, sneaks it into the garage and waits for the right timing to begin my next project. The saying, ” one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” is definitely a life motto for me and a cringe worthy statement for the hubby. However, although he doesn’t share the excitement I have, I think he usually likes my completed projects. ( or maybe that is just because that is one less thing in our house)
- Sometimes my projects are more than I can chew. I like to think I am Joanna Gaines, or superman (I mean the two are pretty much one in the same) and that I can do anything. However, realistically, my woodworking skills are lacking and power tools are not always my best friend. Sometimes my “plan” isn’t the safest or most practical way to do things *hence having Justin take me to the ER for my first stitches at like 10pm due to a craft project gone wrong…remember the saying my best work gets done late at night…All I really remember is a lot of blood, me trying to pass out, waiting in the ER forever, and still feeling the needle when they stitched me up and now a nasty scar. He loved it and me at that moment (insert sarcasm), I digress* So sometimes I have to throw in the towel on a project and take a different route and just give up.
- Hobby Lobby is my best friend. I think this is why my husband put me on a budget Jan. 1, 2016. So he could better track my Hobby Lobby spending. That store is a little slice a heaven for me. My brain gets to flowing, my eyes get wide, my heart is pumping and I just want to craft and craft and redesign my house and redecorate. However valuable lesson to all readers and Hobby Lobby shoppers – We only buy things when they are on sale, because at some point in the rotation everything in the store goes on sale. *Bonus tip* Download the Hobby Lobby app so that you always have a 40% off coupon so if you fall in love with something not on sale you can use the coupon to buy it and it is on sale again. I am pretty sure Hobby Lobby ranks with Kohl’s in my husbands brain and to him Kohl’s is the Devil. *Insert tangent- the saddest part of this story is that I know my way around Hobby Lobby better than the grocery store. One time I completely directed my mom around the store to all the things she wanted by phone*
- I am not very good at cleaning up my messes. When I complete a project I just want to bask in its glory. Take pictures, share with my friends, and either find the perfect home for it in my house or someone else’s. I don’t have time to clean up the mess I just made. *insert angry husband who if he were in a cartoon his head would be spinning in circles and steam pouring out his ears* I can’t help it that hot glue is so messy, it leaves strings everywhere… #craftgirlprobz
- He doesn’t think I am doing anything. The hubs has a hard time visualizing the progress that I see. Where I see progress he sees a bigger mess. One day after a full weekend locked away in my craft room, binge watching HGTV and DIY while working on “projects”, barely remembering to eat, sleep or shower, I was so excited for him to come home so I could show off my new completed projects and model them. He takes one look at my craft room and my stuff and says ” I can’t tell that you did anything, did you sweep or do any laundry this weekend. The house is filthy!) *insert a balloon being popped and flying around the room as the air gets let out*
I am sure as my husband reads this he will say something like “Step 1 is admitting you have a problem” and I am glad everyone knows you are a slob now but what he sees as messy I see as creative. So hears to my hubs for “dealing” with me and my big ideas and playing along. Just like Miley, my brain “Can’t Be Tamed” and being creative helps me keep my sanity and brings me joy; just like playing NFL and MLB on his play station does for him. Here’s to a Happy Birthday to the Hubs and Thanks for putting up with my creative junk gypsy mind.