She thinks every shelf, table, nook and cranny has to be filled to the brim with her junk. Then she buys more shelves to solve the issue, but instead of clearing out a bit of breathing room she manages to fill them to the brim with junk too. Then she buys these dumb *** door hanging organizer things and fills them with more junk. Then she gets those wall sticking hanger tabs and hangs more junk on them.
I swear she never finishes a damn thing and always has an excuse. She has time to go running but not put her shoes or socks away. Plenty of time to lift weights but not put the weights away. She'll do three loads of laundry at once. Two end up unfolded on the dryer and the third inside it. Why does she not just do one and call it good when she knows she won't have time to finish? Who the hell knows. She'll get the mail and open some it and leave the rest in a messy pile on the counter top. Then she'll pull out our kid's junk papers they bring home from school, and if they aren't left on the floor they'll end up in that same junk pile. Then she'll get out stuff to make lunch and leave it all over the counter, as well as whatever else she's made that day and the day before. She'll dress the kids in the morning but won't either make them put their clothes in the laundry or do it herself. She takes off her clothes in the bathroom to shower and leaves them on the floor instead of throwing them in the laundry. She hasn't cleaned our room in several years. When I clean it it's almost all her junk. I clean up after her more than my messy young children. Half the time I can't get through the door after work because there's junk piled in front of it. She never takes diapers out to the trash. They go by the front door, if I'm that lucky. She took the kids to Disneyland, came home and left all the luggage and bags of random whatever in the front room until I put them away.
One more thing. She borrows my keys without telling me so I go searching for 20 minutes before asking her. She borrowed them, didn't put them back, and has no clue where she left them. Last time it was inside a pair of shorts that surprisingly made their way into the laundry basket. Who doesn't check their jean pockets before the wash?
