When I was growing up (in the olden days) we had matching end tables. The light blonde 2 tiered ones. There was one on each end of the sofa with matching lamps. Looked like something you’d see on Leave it to Beaver or The Dick Van Dyke Show. Remember I did say olden days. It was my job to dust the tables and I always hated dusting those end tables. Getting under that top tier was sometimes difficult and I had to practically lay on my stomach on the table to get my arm under it. I often think that scared me for life and that’s why I don’t like to dust today. That could also be the reason Don’s always yelling at me “every flat surface is not an invitation for you to stack things on it”. My response, if God didn’t want me to put things on them they wouldn’t be flat.
When I moved out on my own I wanted a coffee table and got one that had little doors on the end and a shelf underneath the center section I thought that would be great, I could put magazines and newspapers on the bottom shelf and keep the top clean for, well, coffee cups and feet. No such luck. Junk was crammed behind the doors and I got tired of reaching underneath for things so it was easier to let it pile up on top.
Yeah, I’m a stacker and even though things get left on the kitchen table I do make sure it’s cleared off when we sit down to eat but I’m sure there would be a lot less work if I just kept it cleared all the time.
For our office we got matching tables to use as our desks. Nice, wide and deep. Don’s is nice and clean and he can find everything. Me, not so much. I’ve got piles of stuff that I just move from one spot to another when I’m looking for something. I do clean the desk off periodically. I put stuff away and throw a lot out but by the end of the day the piles start again. Do you think there’s a 12 step program for this.