Blessings, Darlings!
I've been married a LONG LONG time - since 1980 (just after Mt. St. Helens went off, for those keeping records). But it's not been easy.
I'm a Sagittarius. There are many things we Sag's are. Obsessively organized NOT being one of them. We're a fire sign - we want to get the show on the road, and deal with issues as they come up.
Or, in practical terms - I started packing as soon as we were faced with moving, some 6 weeks ago. I started in the room I knew we'd move first.
My husband, on the other hand, is a Virgo, and a Virgo VERY near the Leo cusp. Virgos are organized. Okay, my experience is that Virgos are micromanagers. A micromanager on the Leo cusp means a micromanager who thinks that the world revolves around himself.
Or, in practical terms - my husband has NOT started packing. He didn't want to start packing until
1 - we had a new place lined up, totally. Lease signed and all
2 - we had a floor plan
3 - we had EXACT MEASUREMENTS on the floor plan, down to where every electrical outlet is.
4 - we had decided, based on all the above, exactly where in which room every piece of furniture would go.
5 - we had decided, based on all the above, exactly in what order we'd move each room/type of item.
He finished all today, just after noon.
By the way - the order 'we' finally decided on is the same order that was apparent to me 6 weeks ago.
Since I didn't wait for his needs to be met before I started packing, I had data available for him on how many boxes it will take to pack a single bookshelf, or a full book case. He had the notion that it would be maybe one box. Nope, for his books, which he has two or more rows of per shelf or are big (aka Encyclopaedia Brittanica) it's at least two boxes per shelf.
He thought everything would go into boxes, and we'd need a whole lot of wardrobe boxes. I pointed out that wardrobe boxes are a pain in the butt to handle, and that bagging our hanging clothes/coats with contractor's sized 55 gallon garbage bags would be far easier to deal with, as well as far cheaper.
I have not killed him, as we spent the entire morning when I could have packed several bookcases planning things in excruciating - and to me unnecessary - detail. He did not kill me over the past few weeks as I packed even tho' he did not want me to.
Marriage. Not the sissies. Especially if your stars aren't aligned well.
Frondly, Fern
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