It's a Gender Thing

There have been many studies that show that men tend to perform better than women on space relations tests.  The practical domestic impact of a facility with space relations is that you can get more dishes in the dishwasher and fit more luggage into the car.

In our household, the gender profile is reversed.  C is the main dish-doer (I do all of the cooking) and will often tell me that the dishwasher is full.  I'll move a few things around and, hey-presto, it will be half full again.  C grumbles about my dish re-stacking, but, let's face it, it means a lot less hand washing.

I have always loved making things fit together, and, more than anything, having appropriate places with the right sized compartment to put things.  Which has led us to our very first furnishing argument about the new house.

We will have a garage.  C will be cycling to the station.  I will be cycling along country paths.  Miss A, our nearly-three-year-old, will be cycling anywhere that we let her.  Before we know it, ItsyBoo, our 9 month old, will also have a bike.  For those counting along at home, that's four bikes.

I want a bike rack, so we can neatly stack our bikes along the wall and avoid the garage becoming a glorified bike shed with tangled handlebars and pedals creating an obstacle course for the unwary.  C thinks a rack is a waste of time and we should just prop the bikes up and hope for the best.

I may have to give in on something else (bye bye, my little chicken coop), but I will have neatness!