There comes a point in every relationship where comfortableness sets in.
You see each other naked all the time. You could care less if you have bed head or have brushed your teeth before your morning coffee.
You laugh when bodily functions escape the other, creating a “noise” you dare not say.
A and I have been there for quite some time. However, there was always something we didn’t share: going to the bathroom.
You see, before we moved we had three bathrooms in our house. THREE. Therefore, one of us always had the option of using another. And it was an unwritten and unsaid rule that when you need to go to the bathroom, you use the one without all our toiletries in it, just in case the other has some dire emergency to brush their teeth.
In our new house, however, we have been cut down to ONE bathroom. I know. I know. A lot of you out there only have one bathroom because you are sharing a one-bedroom apartment with your SO. We have been fortunate enough not to have to worry about that though, so this is treading new territory for us.
First, it just started when I got up for work and would be taking a shower, A would come in, relieve himself as one does first thing in the morning, and walk out.
No big deal.
A also has a routine every morning of taking a, uh, dump for approximately twenty minutes. You ladies out there know how precious time is when you’re getting ready for work. So this turned into me running in there, grabbing my toothbrush and brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink. Not the most luxurious of places, but hey, it works.
This morning, however, we crossed new boundaries.
I ran in, grabbed my toothbrush as I have before in the past, and brushed my teeth in the kitchen sink. Previously, I would wait until he were finished in there to say goodbye and leave for work. This morning I needed to go. And go now. I was running a little bit later than I had wanted.
So what did I do? I went back in, silently put my toothbrush and toothpaste away, turned around, looked at him and “Goodbye. I love you. Have a good day.” And walked over and gave him a big smack-a-roo on the lips.
I don’t know about you all, but that’s what I call love.
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Ewwwww…. Boys are yucky. And their dumps are even yuckier. That is love. Now I know for sure I've never been in love before…
We have a rule in my house about no kisses on the potty.
This isn't so much for my wife as it is for my son, who has a tendency to barge into the bathroom when I'm sitting there (or my wife) and give hugs and kisses.
Sweet? Yes. Gross? Even more so.
Ha! I cannot remember the last time I went to the bathroom alone! I would guess it was before my daughter learned to walk!
No kisses on the potty?? What a strict household!!! hehe
I guess there's a first time for everything. This is certainly a first for me . . . with ANYONE. I could always tolerate walking in when my girlfriends or what not were peeing. That's sane. I mean, we all do it, though, right? It's not some big secret. I think it would just be even weirder if the man walked in on the girl taking the dump. Men are supposed to be disgusting and talk about their BMs.
We've had to enforce some other kissy rules in the house, too. Like, no long kissies. A peck and that's it. It was beginning to feel like the cover of a romance novel around home.
Awwwwww!!!!! Hehe. Your wifey might like those lingering smooches!
She's the one who actually came up with the “too long kissies” rule!
Oooh, I don't know whether to say “how sweet!” or “gross!”
So I've said both I guess.
Agree with what Carissa said. I cringed so much, I may have not experienced love :p
totally been there… however, chuck thinks it's funny. weirdo.
totally been there… however, chuck thinks it's funny. weirdo.
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