Spring Cleaning - Sort of

Last night I accidentally insulted my husband's skills of organization and earned the dubious privilege of helping him organize his desk in the living room/office space/life. Most of the day has gone by hoping that my attempt will be appreciated and not cause horror and woe when he gets home from work tonight. I have filed pay stubs, bank statements, nursing licenses/CUE's and about a thousand little post-it notes with various Bible texts, phone numbers, ideas, etc... Robert thinks too much. Just got done installing child locks on the cabinet doors to keep the girls out of the 500+ DVD's Rob has sitting around for burning and sharing sermons and such as well as the other 500 or so people have sent to us to watch. Maybe if we start tonight we'll have time to watch them all before we turn 50. Oh, even sorted coins and put them in jars. I really like sorting things.
I have a little stack of books on the sofa table and one little journal in the living room and one box full of recipe cards. Oh, and my sewing desk, that is abnormally organized. I like how I live. A place for everything and everything in it's place, right? Here's hoping my generous, playful, intelligent, but disorganized hubby is pleased when he arrives home. Maybe I'd better make a pumpkin pie just to ensure good results.