Here's what I decided. I dislike putting things away. Filling the dishwasher isn't bad at all, but emptying it, actually putting the dishes away is almost painfully annoying. Washing and drying clothes is no problem, but getting them out of the dryer, folding them and putting them away is really an obnoxious job. I hate putting the groceries away when I come home from shopping.
If I could hire somebody to just put all my stuff away whenever I use it, that would be really cool. I have no idea why I feel that way. I've learned to do these things immediately so they don't stack up and stare at me. I like to have things put where they belong. I'm always pleased if John puts something away, but not if he puts it in the wrong place. It's really no harder to put something away than it is to take it out, and I don't mind getting it out. I never said I was logical about this. I'm still trying to understand it.
John's been married to me for over thirty years, and he's not trying to figure me out anymore. Maybe I should take a lesson from him. At least he can recognize a lost cause. Every once in awhile I hear him mutter something about "ours is not to wonder why," and then the door to his radio room slams shut. We all have our coping devices.