My Tool Room resembles my marriage.
Under the house is our car garage and off to the side is a little room that measures roughly 7 feet wide and 12 feet long. We call it the Tool Room because that is where those implements of manly creativity and fixitivity reside. I know I am fortunate to even have such a room, as this kind of extra space is a luxury in many homes.
The problem with the Tool Room is the frantic pace of life we lead. Seems every home repair or honey-do is performed on the run. There’s never time to put stuff back where it belongs, so things just get piled up on and in front of the workbench. As stuff piles up, the workbench and the tools needed for the next project get more hopelessly buried . Often I forget what tools I’ve got and repurchase supplies I already own. It doesn’t take long for the whole family to begin using the Tool Room as the default repository for Everything That I Want To Save But Don’t Know What To Do With.
Just yesterday, I found myself in the Tool Room, unable to get closer than 3 feet away from the bench and having to manually bulldoze to clear a spot for a little project I was doing. There was crap everywhere: on the floor and heaped onto the workbench. And I ended up getting frustrated as my back began to ache from having to lean over so far due to so much crap between me and the workbench.
Of course, I didn’t take a bit of time to clean up any of the mess. In fact I left things a little worse than I found them, because I just didn’t have the time or inclination to do anything about it. It will be worse next time I go down there to honeydo something. For sure.
I am guilty of letting my marriage get cluttered up, too.
Just a little, subtle criticism heaped into that corner.
A couple nights a week of overtime at work and missing dinner together.
Mid-week Bible study and coffee with friends until bedtime.
Ignoring the bad attitude of one of my kids toward my wife.
Forgetting to passionately kiss her when I get home in the evening.
Not initiating small talk.
Forgetting to compliment her on the comfortable home she maintains.
Leaving the seat up, so she can splashdown early in the morning.
Complimenting that hottie on TV.
Not initiating sex.
Not saying “I love you” with emphasis.
Catching the TV news instead of her news.
Leaving her to help with all the homework.
Forgetting to plan a night out together.
Avoiding going to bed at the same time.
Leaving my underwear next to the hamper.
OK, you’ve probably gotten the idea here- There are a thousand ways to clutter a relationship. Any one or two of them can be fairly ignored. But let ‘em pile up too deep and you are headed for a breakdown. I do let stuff (issues, anger, frustrations, criticism, lonliness) pile up between us until we cannot stand close enough to connect any more.
I end up attempting Arm’s Length Loving. Just like down in the Tool Room, we don’t get much accomplished when too much junk has accumulated between us.
Usually, before we are able to get close again, we need to declutter. We must clear out all the little insignificant issues that have piled up into a monster. Often, the cleanup becomes an all day affair. And we promise ourselves that we will never let stuff pile up like that again.
Here is my question for you men- What would your wife say about Arm’s Length Loving? Is there any of it going on between you two right now? You might not even recognize it, but I will bet your wife is aware of all the clutter between you.
Care to initiate a little Summer cleaning? Tonight?
Filed under the heading of Manly Leadership No Matter How Uncomfortable It Might Be: Commit to declutter your marriage starting tonight. Do the manly thing and get started. It will go so much smoother for you if YOU initiate this, not your wife.
The hardest part is getting started.
Blessings


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