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