I've just managed in the last few months to convince the wife that we need to de-crap the house.
Nana hasn't gotten that message yet. There is still stuff she wants from North Carolina. That's the battle I'll have to keep waging as long as she's with us.
That's the way it was with Steve...
I sat at the diningroom table and just sobbed. He got annoyed and said "Don't gripe at me, I keep the kitchen clean!" Which is true...he can really clean a kitchen counter...take him 3 hours and he watches some sports show on the kitchen TV while he's doing it, but I gotta admit, that kitchen counter is spotless 3 hours later.
So when I started fly-ladying...he would try to intervene. "Go back to your counter." says I.
Only now I really do regret getting rid of his size 34 pants I didn't think he'd ever fit into again...he gives me some grief over that.
LOL!!!!