[dropcap]I[/dropcap] might be the most annoying person to live with ever. My poor husband. After almost 30 years in magazines, I always have a way to make things better. You can imagine what a treat that is for him.
Once a year, I organize the junk drawer. (Steve: “But it’s a junk drawer. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”)
I will not be deterred. For the piles of paper and islands of toys that accumulate on every surface of our home, I bought some lovely soft-sided bins. (“Bins, shmins,” he and the girls laughed. “Can’t find it if it’s buried in a bin!”)
I also write diet books (“Stop & Drop a Pound a Day”), so might I suggest a healthier burger than that one? (“Nope. I’m good.”)
Just last weekend, I was hugely inspired by our feature “To Fall in Love with Anyone, Do This” and suggested to Steve we try the experiment on date night. “The main thing is that we will stare into each other’s eyes for four minutes,” I said. “We’ll feel so connected!”
After 26 years with him, I was surprised not at all by his response. “Can’t we connect by binge watching Homeland?”
I chose the story “Your Pantry, Organized at Last!” because I’d employed its strategy myself and could testify to its brilliance. Indeed, I’d spent an entire, wholly satisfying day creating a coffee zone, a condiment zone, a paper-goods corner, and a pasta shelf. Even dusted off the old P-touch machine and made labels!
That day was awesome—although, confusingly, people ignore my zones when they put away the groceries. Once, I saw a jar of olives in the crackers zone and a bag of rice with the cereal.
I bit my tongue because, you know, I could shut up and put the groceries away myself.