|Not my Dad's actual foot, but you get the picture|
I do not solely pay the mortgage on our house, my wife does contribute and we share our funds equally. I still laugh when she calls me to "ask permission" to spend $40 on a dress or something, she puts more constraints on herself that I ever would or could. I have also never worked more than one job at a time, that I can recall. Those are the major differences, as I see them, between the position my father was in, and the one I am in. So shouldn't I be able to do what he did? That's what I thought. Here's how it really goes down in my house....
When I enter my castle, I usually come in the back door and go immediately through the small back "mud room" or foyer into the open kitchen/dining room area. I take off my own shoes and leave them by a wall
|How a counter in my house should look|
I awake and start my morning routine, I shower and shave, I eat and brush, and then am ready to arm myself for the day ahead. The trouble first starts when I go to retrieve my jeans from the piano bench, and
|How my wife thinks our counters should look.|
In closing, I have to admit that over the last few years things have gotten better. She bought me a little butler caddy box that she allows me to keep in a corner of the front foyer near the computer (not as convenient), and my stuff goes there each night.
|My little butler caddy|