There are seven people in my family. Last time I checked, we each had two feet. Each of the children have two pairs of shoes. My husband has about three. Wait, this is sounding like a word problem and I haven't even gotten to how many shoes I have! POINT IS, we have a veritable mountain of shoes around here.

And it gets messy. Of course, being the ENFP that I am, I pretty much don't notice the pile. I just step over it. Or around it. Or kick it out of the way. Messes, in general, don't bother me. I spend most of my time prancing around the house making up silly rhymes, cuddling with my children and speaking in an English accent.

I am fairly useless for this world.

I am married to a man, however, for whom messes are Extremely Unacceptable. When he sees a mess, he thinks of a way to fix it. Which is funny because he comes to me and says: "So, I'm going to fix the shoe problem."

And I'm all: "What shoe problem?" (As I'm standing atop a pile of forsaken, mismatched shoes)

Oh, THIS shoe problem? I thought it was a mountain upon which I was going to offer my serenade! THE SHOE PILE IS AALLIIIIIIIIIIIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUUUUUSIC!

But then I get distracted because my husband is holding his power drill and ooooh, sexy! Muscular forearms! Power drills! *swooooooooon* (If only I had an ample bosom to bust through my bodice as I faint into his arms!)

"I AM FIXING THIS SHOE PROBLEM!" the husband announces. POOF! There goes my daydream! And before I know it, he's building shelves, mounting a sliding door and lining our shoes up neatly in pretty little rows.

I, meanwhile, have absconded to the kitchen where I am crafting the most delicious macaroni and cheese you've ever tasted. Gruyere! Sharp cheddar! WHOLE MILK! GARLIC! (Of course there is garlic. Did you ever doubt there would be garlic?)

I stick the whole shebang into the oven to bake and go to examine my husband's progress on The Shoe Problem.

He looks very sly. "Watch this," he says. And silently, magically, slides the door closed. The shoe shelves disappear. It all looks so TIDY. So....so....like....(I feel a song coming on!)...

GIRLS IN WHITE DRESSES WITH BLUE SATIN SASHES, CLOSETS THAT STORE ALL MY SHOESES STASHES!! THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!

And then I throw myself upon him, smother him with kisses and by way of gratitude for a perfectly perfect shoe closet, offer him a double helping of artisanal macaroni and cheese!

Plus, a few more kisses. (Maybe ENFPs aren't so useless, after all!)