Yes, this is going to get personal. But not gross. We're six months in and we still haven't figured this whole marriage thing out - never mind adulthood.
One of the things they don't tell you about getting married (or living with a boy when you're a girl) is that it makes you the sole female in the house. Growing up in a house with my mom and my sister, it didn't ever occur to me that there might be some differences when the male/female ratio was reversed. Especially when it comes to sharing a bathroom.
Sometime around the third month we lived together, it occurred to me that I was changing the toilet paper roll an awful lot. No big deal - it was just one of those things that I had taken for granted living with girls - there was a one in three chance that I would be the one to have to do it. Now, there's practically a 100% chance that I will be the one to pull that last single square (that I left on there so that I wouldn't have to be the one to reach for the new roll) from the cardboard tube.
So when I pulled the final roll from under the sink storage, I made a note to myself to pick up a new pack when we made our trip to Trader Joe's over the weekend. Since I seemed to be the only one using it, I figured it would be fine for at least three or more days, until we ran out of food and I could avoid an extra trip. Except that we didn't run out of food, and we did run out of tissues. Because I had used all of those up while fighting off a cold. And the cold wasn't willing to go anywhere, and the toilet paper was quickly relocating itself into the trash can.
By Monday morning, we were in a desperate situation. So desperate, that when Ben woke me up to kiss me goodbye before leaving for work, I told him he wasn't allowed to use any toilet paper here - if he needed some, he would have to wait until he was at the office. I made sure to pick up an extra large pack at Target that day, and everything was right again in the world. And then Ben popped another twelve-pack in our cart yesterday (the day we finally got around to grocery shopping), so we are set on toilet paper for another six months and the apocalypse.
And also I found this in a file this week. I pulled it from a Real Simple magazine long before we were married. It was hanging on our fridge at one point, and I still love it. Awesome advice.
This is gonna be a crazy weekend - lots to share next week! Make it a great one :0)
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