Back to the me/wife ADHD super combo: I want everything to be ultra organized and visibly and physically accessible. It’s how I cope with my disorganized brain.
My wife organizes by letting things slip from her hands, seemingly at random, leaving them where they fall. When things start to pile up, she’ll neatly arrange them in a tight stack somewhere, regardless of the fact nothing in the stack is related nor does it all even belong in that room. I lovingly refer to these as her nests. She typically has no recollection of even making them.
I’m looking at a new one in our closet rack: a travel pillow, some clothes, a gun cleaning kit, one shoe, an empty lockbox, and a small roll of bubble wrap.
Back to the me/wife ADHD super combo: I want everything to be ultra organized and visibly and physically accessible. It’s how I cope with my disorganized brain.
My wife organizes by letting things slip from her hands, seemingly at random, leaving them where they fall. When things start to pile up, she’ll neatly arrange them in a tight stack somewhere, regardless of the fact nothing in the stack is related nor does it all even belong in that room. I lovingly refer to these as her nests. She typically has no recollection of even making them.
I’m looking at a new one in our closet rack: a travel pillow, some clothes, a gun cleaning kit, one shoe, an empty lockbox, and a small roll of bubble wrap.
ADHD sucks.