Couples in the Bathroom: We Don’t Have to Share Everything

By Ashlee Gadd

My husband and I share a lot of things—a closet, cereal, face wash, even the TV remote on rare occasions when we’re feeling generous. That’s what happens when you live together, right? You learn to share, in spite of the five-year-old inside you that often wants to scream “mine!”

Well, I recently screamed “mine” and my inner five-year-old isn’t backing down.

From this point forward, my husband and I will no longer be sharing the same tube of toothpaste.

It’s funny actually, how much you learn about a person when you live with them. My husband and I dated for three years before we got married and moved in together. High on optimism and newlywed bliss, I couldn’t imagine our living habits would be that different, especially after three years of spending almost every single day together. After all, I knew everything about him, right?

Wrong.

Now before you jump to conclusions, I should clarify—there were no big surprises upon us moving in together. He wasn’t overly messy, or one of those crazy hoarders you see on TV. I didn’t notice any alarming or scary habits, but rather small things, many of which I learned over time. Like how he hates touching cotton balls (seriously, ask him about it sometime). Or how he always leaves the cap of any plastic drink bottle simply resting on top instead of tightening it, resulting in a) flat soda and b) accidental spills.

In his defense, I am not perfect either, and will never claim to be. I hate replacing the toilet paper roll with every ounce of my being and would rather let the new roll sit on the floor for two weeks until that roll itself needs to be replaced. I know; it’s weird. I also often fail to put my cereal box away, which I defensively attribute to my detestation of soggy cereal. Explanation: I pour my cereal in the morning, add milk, promptly place the milk back in the fridge (because I have to), and immediately head to the couch where I enjoy my breakfast and watch the news. The cereal box remains on the counter, deserted and lonely. Yes, I realize it would take approximately 4 seconds to put my cereal box away, but that is also approximately 4 seconds of milk soaking further into my Cinnamon Harvest biscuits. You see the dilemma, right?

But I digress, back to the toothpaste tube. I have decided there are two types of people in this world—people who get their toothbrush wet before applying toothpaste, and people who get their toothbrush wet after applying toothpaste. Unfortunately, my husband and I happen to be two different types of people in this regard. I like to apply my toothpaste first, while he likes to wet his toothbrush first. So, what’s the big deal? I’m glad you asked.

You see, when he wets his toothbrush FIRST, somehow, unexplainably, excess water ends up in the cap of the toothpaste. Seeing as how he almost always beats me to the toothpaste because he takes less time to get ready, I am the one stuck dealing with the gross excess water/toothpaste concoction left in the cap.

After attempting to, naturally, change his habit to further agree with mine, I quickly realized my effort was a lost cause. He tried (bless his soul) but like I said, there are two types of people in this world, and he is one of the wet-toothbrush-before-applying-toothpaste types. So, now we each have our own tube of toothpaste. He continues his life-long habit, and my toothpaste cap is neat and dry. Win-win.

All that being said, it’s the quirky little habits that I love most about my husband. As weird as this sounds, cotton balls and wet toothpaste caps always remind me of him, and I can’t help but smile.

Guest blogger Ashlee Gadd is an aspiring writer, wannabe photographer, and frozen yogurt addict. By day, she is also the Marketing and PR Coordinator for The Citizen Hotel. You can read more of Ashlee’s musings at her blog: www.wheremyheartresides.com.

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10 Comments

  1. Melissa W. says

    I LOVE this. Seriously. For the first reason, both Ashlee’s husband, my fiance, and myself can’t STAND to touch cotton balls. I thought I was the lone ranger on this until I met my fiance – turns out, there are more of us than I thought!
    Secondly, Ashlee, I love reading your posts – wherever they end up 🙂

  2. Ashlee says

    Melissa that is hilarious! What is the deal with cotton balls? I don’t get it. You guys need to start a support group or something 😉

    Thanks for the compliment, and thank you for reading!

  3. Liz says

    HA this made me laugh. You’re an incredible writer, Ash.

  4. Chantel Elder says

    You are lucky you only need seperate toothpaste. I am almost ready to get my own bathroom! Love your post – candid and adorable addition to my slightly bland Wednesday!

  5. Husband says

    Me = old dog. Wet toothbrush only after applying the paste = new trick.

    Also, I think you need to enlighten the readers a bit more on your toilet paper roll obsession. That one never ceases to amaze me.

    Love you.

  6. Ashlee says

    Thanks Chantel! Separate bathrooms….not a bad idea! Then again, I think Brett would probably miss having a counter cluttered with makeup and bobby pins. 😉

  7. Julie Fraga says

    Ashlee-I love this post! Too hilarious and I agree…you are a wonderful writer!

  8. Oana says

    Funny, I loved your post. I have to say, I did the same with toilet rolls, until one day I decided to try and I made it, it comes easier now:) As for the cotton balls- I have the same thing, and I’m a girl and have to use them! Since I was little, both me and my brother have this allergy to such material-simply makes my skin crawl, so it must be something we are born with, not a habit we develop. Funny with the plastic caps also- I have the tendency to do the same, and last minute I say to myself hey, don’t be lazy and I tighten it…

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