A night or so ago while standing in front of the refrigerator I let it slip out that I put things places - so he will do. But I'm sure that doesn't make sense so I'll back up. It didn't take me long after living with Mr. A to figure out he's a creature of habit. In the way of he likes to use the same towel hook every time and usually will sit at the same spot at the table, unless we have company then we usually switch it up.
So instead of always 'asking' him to do something a certain way (because I have OCD) I just started always putting items where I wanted them. If he put something away 'out of my particular order' like the spices, I'd just correct it because I know I'm the only one that notices, then after two or three times of him getting the pepper on the third shelf, he'd put it back there.
It has always been the same in the refrigerator. I have a place for everything. It makes it easier to look for meal items, or know when we're out of something. But since we moved and bought a side by side things have had to find a new place in the new fridge.
Which brings me to the other last night, Mr. A was standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open and I burt out: "Hey babe, I've noticed you haven't realized but I keep putting the condiments on the third shelf lazy susan, but you keep putting them in the door".
He looks at me like the weirdo that I am and shrugs.
So I continue because I never know when to shut up: "Well usually if I just put them there you do too, it's how I've always trained you before".
Then I die laughing realizing I used the word trained - Foot in mouth.
Me: What I mean to say is….
Him: Train me?
Me: What I should have said is instead of asking you to put things away where I do. It's just that…
Him: (shaking his head in a 'tisk tisk' manner)
Me: Would you like a slice of peanut butter cake?
And then we ate cake and I shut up. The end.