Name changed as possibly outing…
My DH likes to plan - a lot. When a plan is brewing it feels like an oppressive evening before a pending thunderstorm; it feels like a non moveable force and utterly inescapable. DH’s plans cannot easily be adapted.
The current plan has involved cleaning out our main fridge to not possibly contaminate a food delivery….. We are lucky enough to have a back up fridge. So no mega pressing issue.
Background to said plan we have all had COVID, he’s had a family situation which involved travel, stress and 5 days away from home.Today saw a health emergency with my elderly parent and I had to cancel everything and just go. I was properly stressed, worried and hated letting people down, but I needed to do it. All resolved ok - fingers crossed!
Got home this evening with a massive headache to find the kitchen in chaos, dirty stuff everywhere and with a dismantled fridge, in the process of being cleaned. He’d run out of time. My heart sank! It reminded me of a previous immovable plan when I was heavily pregnant and very near my due date. On this occasion, it became a necessity to clean out the airing cupboard because it was messy. This involved him running out of time/motivation/energy and everything being stuck in the bath. It stayed like this for days, before I had to stick it somewhere else as I suspected I might need the bath to ease being in labour.
I am rubbish at planning and hate it. I would argue that I am more realistic in what I can get done, but then I am so guilty of muddling through and not startling things…..
Am I being unreasonable in thinking that despite thorough and detailed planning there are times when DH lacks common sense and practicality????
We are a self aware differing key neurodivergent household;-)