Help Me Bob Marley

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I am sitting in my living room and a feeling of calm is upon me. My heart rate is so slow that a doctor would worry if his/her stethoscope is broken.

It’s working just fine doc.

This tranquil feeling is far from the standard of this gotta, go, gotta, go, gotta go, go, go guy. I need to get to this place more often.

So, what has he me in Bob Marley everything is gonna be all right mode (By the way, I listened to Three Little Birds a few times while writing this.)?

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I’m Raising Messy Marvin

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I make the bed. Even when I am in a hotel. My wife laughs at me.

I grew up in a small house.  Neatness fell through the cracks. I promised myself that my house would be neat.
My wife clears the dishes within five minutes of a meal ending. She can’t sleep knowing there are dishes in the sink.
My wife’s parents were pack rats. She has gone in the opposite direction.
There you have it  – two neat freaks we are. Well, if you want to be technical she is more organized, and I am more neat. There’s a difference. Trust me. Either way, it’s nice to have something you agree on and appreciate in your spouse.
Sure there are many other things we have in common and view similarly. However, this is a big one. I’ve had sloppy roommates in the past. I could not force them to clean and ultimately could not take when the apartment was left messy. The arguments were not pretty.
My wife and I are on the same page in terms of neatness. Cool.
And now that you know the background, maybe you can answer a question I have. How do I deal with my sloppy son?
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