We’re so close to our move, and we seem very well organised – but it seems to0 straightforward!
I’m like a nervous wreck in the midst of all the calm – deep down I keep thinking something is going to go wrong, the estate agent is going to mess us around, or something is going to wrong on the day.
My wife, on the other hand, is the epitome of reason and calm. I can’t help feeling there is some sort of role reversal going on here. Aren’t I supposed to be the calm one in these situations?
My wife thrives on chaos – university essay deadlines would be dealt with on the day, or the night before, packing bags for travel just before leaving – you get the picture. For me, it’s all about organisation – get it done as soon as you know about it, so that you can forget about it and relax.
To keep myself sane, I’ve been writing a daily status report of the items I can tick off the list as completed in preparation for our move. My wife is only too delighted to encourage me in this by reading my email (which I sent to just her and me) and sending an approving reply such as “great!” or “well done!”.
Somehow, when this move is all over I need to re-address the balance of power – or I could end up giving my wife the idea of using this in the future.
I can just see myself now driving a trolley around a supermarket five minutes before our dinner party guests are due to arrive, texting my wife status updates of everything I’ve bought, and getting a message from her halfway down the checkout queue to go back and add some more desserts to the trolley.
I resolve now that I will no longer be a slave to obsessive organisation and planning anymore. Well, second thoughts, maybe I’ll just wait until this move is organised before I start making that change…
