Case in point. Our garage.
What started out as an innocent walk one evening with Chino, ended up to be a two week process involving multiple trips to Goodwill, mountains of trash and a new workbench. The conversation went something like this:
L: "We NEED to clean out the garage because there is no way that I'm going to be able to get my car in there, and get a car seat out of the back, without hitting the other car. If we had things rearranged, we could move both cars over, to make more room in the middle."
N: "Umm ok. But if you can't get your car in the garage, you can always just use the driveway."
L: "Let's pretend that my rational mind already thought of that and that it didn't just dawn on me now that the garage wasn't my only option."
N: "Uh huh."
Fast forward to the following Saturday when the garage purge started. Nick began by categorizing things and sorting through piles of garbage that we had literally been storing in our garage for over a year. He sat me down in a lawn chair and asked me to sort things into several categories; keep, shred; giveaway, trash. My hormones didn't fail me as I ruthlessly began throwing things out. Nick was thrilled, because some of these same things had been points of contention the last time we had attempted this project (hence the trash storage).
Fast forward to this past Sunday when we stepped back to see how much we had accomplished. It was pretty impressive. Not only can two cars fit in the garage comfortably, the back door opens wide without hitting the other one (I checked). The space is arranged in a logical fashion - in sections that make sense, and there's not a pile or box of trash in sight. By the end of it, Nick was really into it, and glad that the crazy woman made the suggestion to get things started. Perhaps nesting is contagious?
