So, since I’ve written all these lovey-dovey posts about a certain someone, we all know that Peach is not single any longer. Womp womp, eat your heart out, guys.
This means that pretty soon I won’t have my place all to myself anymore. It will become ours to share, at least until we find a new place together. But while he finishes up his contract position in the tri-state area, I have a little while longer to enjoy bachelorette-style living. It was actually a recent email thread with a girlfriend about wanting to eat Peanut Butter Cheerios with chocolate syrup for dinner when her husband is out of town led me to thinking…
What will I miss when I’m no longer the queen of my own domain?
I’m no angel. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a slob, but I’m certainly not the type to have everything 100% in it’s proper place 100% of the time. I revel in the fact that when you live on your own, the mess is yours and yours alone. But my “my house, my mess” days are numbered and I have a feeling these few teeny things may cause some hair pulling when the man moves in.
Bathroom counter space. I can’t even try to sugar coat it. I sprawl. Well, not me, but my stuff does. It just seems counter-intuitive (pun intended) to me, to put things that I use every single day -some multiple times a day- back into compartments, organizers, holders, drawers or cabinets. Why can’t I just have everything where I need it, at my fingertips? Even though I have a double vanity setup, it’s probably going to drive him crazy to have my shit laying around all over the counter.
Coat hangers. Don’t laugh. This is a weird quirk of mine. When I take a pair of hung-up pants or shirt from the closet and put it on the article of clothing, I thoughtlessly toss the coat hanger onto the bed. I never even knew I did this until my darling man pointed it out to me ever so gently one time, by placing the hanger underneath my pillow for me to find that night. Nice guy. (smartass) So nope, no more leaving hangers laying around for me. At least not until I find another one under my pillow.
Bed space. I can be a bed hog. So can he. Numerous times we’ve each woken up in a teeny section of space between the other person’s elbow and kneecap. Or he’s thrown an arm onto my face. Or I stuck a knee in his back. Despite the inevitable nocturnal territorial battles of our future, there definitely won’t be any more of my beloved pile-ups of pillows or sleeping diagonally. Good thing the snuggles will make up for it. And other things. 😀
Kitchen Duty. I’ve become very accustomed to cooking 95% of my meals for myself, at home, with ingredients of my choice to the portions of my wishes. So how does a girl adapt to the divvying up of the kitchen duties? I say it comes down to who likes to cook (and CAN) vs who despises it. I think much compromise is needed, though. Especially if one person takes on the brunt of the cooking – does the other then have to be on dish duty every time? Or barter for a trade-off? ie: Fine, you clean the toilets and tubs. Not it. Either way, I think I am taking a page from my friend Sam and saying that if one person takes the kitchen duties, then they decide the menu. You no likey, you go out. Or cook something your damn self. Like Peanut Butter Cheerios with Chocolate Syrup.
Closet Space. GASP… You mean I have to share my closets/dressers/shoe armoire now?!? Oh crap. I may need to order a POD.
But wait… my quirks aside, what about the changes that come with living with a man?
Sink Stubble. Maybe my slovenly counter sprawl can be balanced out by the fact that he’ll leave itty bitty whiskers in the sink? To be fair, he’s actually pretty good about wiping the sink down, but those suckers still manage to get everywhere.
I’m AWAKE. Here’s a quirk of his. Just like I didn’t know I did the hanger thing, my guy didn’t know he did the shower thing. You know the shower knob on the top of the faucet that turns ON the shower spray? Well, the love of my life, bless him, leaves it in the ON position when he finishes his shower. So when I stumble into the bathroom, pre-coffee, hating all of the world that early in the morning and I lean in the shower to turn the water on, what happens? Yep. A face-full of freezing cold water. When he hears my sputtering profanity, he knows he is on my list. And to run.
Toilet seat? Nope. My guy is AWESOME about this. No 3am hiney-dunks have ever happened to me. Thank you, babe!!
Remote Commando. Luckily my guy and I do agree on TV when it comes to things like football, Dexter, Hannibal, and House of Lies. However, he is about as tolerant of my love of So You Think You Can Dance, Parenthood, Top Chef/Food Network as I am with his infatuation with The Office, anime, or whatever new awkward-comedy he’s hooked on that just makes me squirmy. Note to future self: his TV time = good opportunity for writing/blog time. And yes, my love, we will get Direct TV so you can watch every single New York Jets game. I promise.
Lounging in my Lulus? That won’t change. Sorry, honey. And ps – you’re a damn good couch snuggler, so that makes up for a lot. xox
What about y’all? What changes do you remember facing when you began to live with someone? What drives you domestically crazy about your other half?