Transferring

I'm not a clean freak. I don't even insist on keeping a nearly spotless home. I do, however have designated spots for nearly every item in my house. Items are to end up in that designated spot by the end of each day. Simple. Or so you'd think. It's not that I don't make my expectations well-known. Anyone who knows me well knows that I don't leave people wondering what I want!!! My kids understand my expectations. Lilly knows that the cooking toys go into the plastic tote next to her kitchen, the cars go into a blue KRAFT bag, and the puzzle pieces go into her red Build-a-Bear bag. Both bags fit nicely into the toy box. Easy, right? So explain to me why my 25 year old fiance is clueless when it comes to these simple tidying-tasks. Aaron's idea of cleaning is what I like to refer to as "transferring." I've had a toolbox-load of tools on my dresser for over two weeks (just a reminder of the closet doors in my laundry room that have yet to be properly hung). When I asked Aaron to finish hanging the doors and to PLEASE put away those hideous tools that were junking' up my bedroom, he quickly followed orders (God, I hope he never sees that I wrote that.."followed orders!"). I came upstairs later to find my dresser looking clean and screwdriver-free! Woot woot!.......And then I walked downstairs....only to find a hammer peaking out from the top of my REFRIGERATOR! What?! Why are there tools on top of my fridge?! Our garage is literally 20 feet from our refrigerator! No joke!!! I've tried convincing Aaron that relocating a mess is NOT cleaning...but three years later it hasn't sunk in so I'm pretty sure it never will.....! Ugh!