Everything in our house has it’s place. Certain utensils go in specific drawers, certain foods go in certain cabinets, you get the idea. Even though I thrive on having everything organized, not only can I not seem to remember where I have put things, but I can’t remember exactly where quite a few items are supposed to go.
I’m blaming sleepless nights.
It all works out, though. When my husband leaves piles of clutter laying around, all I have to say to get him to pick up after himself is, “Do you really want me to put that away?” Because he never knows where it’ll end up, or even if it will ever be found again.
My Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder has malfunctioned.