My husband and I are meant for each other. Together we make an incredibly good team. And this is because we are completely different.
I am organized, thorough and tenacious. He is untidy, forgetful and unfocused. On the other side, I’m impulsive, passionate and a bit flighty. He is reflective, a perfectionist and meticulous.
We balance each other, he makes me slow down when I’m at full gallop and I encourage him when he’s feeling indecisive. And it has been like that for the last 13 years.
Being different has lots of advantages when managing a household. He’s the best bathroom cleaner and I’m amazing at arranging meals.
But, we have a problem with our stuff. I’m a chartered member of the just-enough-rubbish brigade and my husband has a serious case of Diogenes Syndrome, or better known as let's-keep-it-just-in-case disease.
