So hubby and I have this ongoing battle... It gets at our underlying philosophy... and ultimately at our life approaches. Let me e'splain.
Hubby though, if I haven't run them before he gets at them, totally rearranges them in the dishwasher.
BUT... when I start dinner dishes, I ALSO rearrange all HIS dishes. It's really just this battle of wills. But he cheats. See, he knows I will only run the dishwasher when it's FULL, whereas he wants it empty at certain times... when he has a large cooking project or well... you know... he wants to eat lunch... I don't actually know what his criteria are, but I DO KNOW he often asks me after dinner why I haven't run them...
“Erm... because there is plenty of room for the five glasses and three bowls we'll use before bed, so why not run it THEN?”
The glasses (that he picked out and are really just too fat for the dishwasher) go in the sides (the place they least fit--4 to a side--he skips where the height adjustment lever is)-and all the OTHER glasses go in the other rows, leaving ??? for the bowls and tupperware? We're mostly in agreement on the bottom other than him thinking I cram too much in, given the option (and I possibly do) but HIS version on the top would leave us running the dishwasher three times a day...
The fat glasses on one side (5 fit) the other glasses on the other side (6 fit) sometimes another couple one more row over. Bowls up the middle front, tupperware in the middle back. Even THIS way it sometimes fills before the plates below (depends on if there is a pan that fits or not—several of our pans are just to big to wash in the dishwasher, or are treated, so they can't be. But my version we ALWAYS only have to run it once a day.
The Real Problem
Hubby thinks everything in the world has ONE and ONLY ONE place. If I put things anywhere else, he has fits. Seems though, this clashes BADLY with my 'do not waste' (as in water) philosophy, and I am a graduate of the Art Gropp School of Packing (top honors) and the fact of the matter is, I can fit a household into a mini-van, so I can get a whole heck of a lot in the dishwasher if I want to. So we've got this power play going. My cheap versus his anal thing...
What Does this Have to Do with Writing?
Well... not so much EXCEPT... I keep wondering if the extensive pre-plotting outline types are anal about their households too. I am a 'Timeliner' instead of an outliner, and I clearly (in life) have things I am picky about (when there is a good reason) or I wouldn't bother rearranging his dishes, and I have things I am NOT (because it's just a lot of silliness) and I don't think my writing approach is so different. I have some basics I want down, but if I try to get too technical, I am just not going to do it.
As for Mr. Tart? He has to take a writing class for nursing school and he's been complaining for a year now, even though he hasn't had it yet. He hates writing. I think it's because he is so anal that he doesn't want to put ANY words down until he knows what they are and where they go, and writing just doesn't come to you in complete form like that unless you have some strange religious experience.
I wonder if pantsers lack routine or picky order issues entirely...
So what about you?
Plotter/pantser/in the middle?
Anal housekeeper/chaotic housekeeper/in the middle?