I am proud that I haven't nagged my partner about removing his shoes from the living room. There are now three pairs; there were four a little earlier today. I'm not counting or anything. I don't understand why taking the shoes upstairs is so challenging, but in the grand scheme of life it really doesn't matter. Sure they have been there for several days. But really, only a weirdo would obsess about it. At least now we don't have a coffee table to cover with crap. That used to be a bone of contention between us.
And you know what? I keep my shoes piled by the back door. Usually only two pairs at a time, but there have been three to four.
So what's your weirdo obsession that your partner doesn't understand?
