Amid the binge sorting and cleaning of the other week DH finally agreed that he needed a better at-home workspace. Our little grandma's bill paying desk was great, but his knees didn't fit under it. Since we're trying to make no serious furniture purchases this year, the only logical place to look was IKEA. Less than $70 later, he is now blissful over his new "work surface" in the corner of our loft space.
This has now left me with two piles upstairs to still deal with: the remains of sorting down to "OMG we have to keep that paperwork/stuff we can't live without" and now a little desk that has become an island piled high with desk stuff and Christmas decor carnage.
I've realized that we should have waited on getting the new desk because DH's interest in sorting and filing has been completely lost to his obsession with how productive he can now be at home. Sigh. Well, at least I know what I'll be doing while he's traveling. Oh that and the honey-do list he pulled out for me this morning.
Over nine years of marriage and never once has he given me a list... is this progress? Greater equality? Well, you can't fight the list.
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