Living with someone is an adjustment. I already wrote about Kiefer’s adjustments, but here are a couple of mine.
Adjustment #1
Since I’m in charge of laundry, I like to make sure I get everything. I love the sight of an empty laundry hamper. So I started picking up clothes strewn about the floor.
Kiefer: Have you seen my red t-shirt?
Thoughtsy: Maaaaaybe.
Kiefer: I left it right here. (::points to a spot on the floor::)
Thoughtsy: I picked it up. It’s in the washer.
Kiefer: Just because it’s on the floor doesn’t mean it’s dirty.
What the heck kind of logic is that? Clean clothes go in drawers or closets. Maybe thrown over the back of a chair. Not on the floor.
If he can leave clean clothes on the floor, what’s to stop Boo and Radley from leaving clean clothes on the floor? It’ll be anarchy!
Adjustment #2
You probably don’t know this about me, but I eat a lot of dessert. A lot. To balance all the sweets, I eat a lot of fruit and veggies. I also check my weight on a scale to make sure I don’t overconsume my desserts.
Kiefer: There’s a scale in the bathroom.
Thoughtsy: Yes. I weigh myself every morning.
Kiefer: It’s right next to the toilet.
Thoughtsy: I don’t see your point. It’s out of the weigh way there. I slide it in and out when I need it.
Kiefer: I have two boys….
Thoughtsy: I don’t understand. Is there a splash zone? Don’t they pee in the toilet?
Kiefer: Mostly.
Thoughtsy: Mostly? Ewwww….
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Are you registered anywhere? Do you need help with boxes? Can I bring you a bundt cake?”—The Hipster
July 23rd, 2012 at 8:12 am
So, this may be a non sequitur, but I just found out….I don’t want to alarm you….but…Keifer is Canadian.
And British.
I….I….I just had no idea, so I thought maybe you didn’t know either.
Just so there are no surprises for you later in life.
(please excuse my sheltered life)
July 23rd, 2012 at 8:41 am
With 2 young boys in the house, you’ll be lucky if they even bother to put the seat up before going.
July 23rd, 2012 at 9:11 am
As a guy, I’ll warn you that reaking him of leaving lightly used clothes on the floor will be tough. Also, you should definitely move the scale then clean it thoroughly with Clorox, because you will never improve the boys’ aim. Also, on the off chance there’s a trash can next to the toilet, go ahead and move it, too.
July 23rd, 2012 at 9:37 am
I think he is trying to blame the little ones on his possible lack of aim. He is so wrong for that. LOL.
July 23rd, 2012 at 9:52 am
Now you’ve got an excuse. If the scale is registering a little higher than you would like, it’s just over-spray buildup.
July 23rd, 2012 at 10:16 am
So I’m trying to come up with some words of comfort because I remember all the clean clothes the Kiddlywinks left on the floor over the years and the splash zone and then I see that someone else offered to bring you a bundt cake and then….OMG! I made the favorite comments. Yay, me! (thanks!)
July 23rd, 2012 at 12:15 pm
Having had two boys grow up in this house I know all about the pee splash zone…glad I survived it! Just wait until you fall in the toilet because “somebody” didn’t put the lid back down!
July 23rd, 2012 at 1:53 pm
I raised two boys, so I feel your pain. Don’t put anything you value next to the toilet, and use plenty of bleach.
July 23rd, 2012 at 1:57 pm
Arrgh! My husband has his own bathroom- I didn’t get these hips birthing him- so I refuse to deal with his stray hairs or urinary guesswork. The dachshunds peeing on anything on the floor for their first 6 months made him stop putting clothing in random locations. I cannot take credit for that.
July 23rd, 2012 at 3:32 pm
Pee pee scale!! EWWW!
July 23rd, 2012 at 3:48 pm
Men don’t get it. CLUE-LESS.
Yeah, move the scale into your room or something. That shit splatters everywhere!
You? Eat alot of desserts?!! I would have never known……..
July 23rd, 2012 at 3:50 pm
I don’t understand their logic, no doubt but aiming? I didn’t realize men had such a hard life but what about us women around them!
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
July 23rd, 2012 at 5:03 pm
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July 23rd, 2012 at 5:16 pm
No options here. With young boys you must move all vital instruments away from the toilet.
July 23rd, 2012 at 6:11 pm
it’s true… pee doesn’t always get in the toilet.
July 23rd, 2012 at 10:16 pm
Oh my goodness. Splash Zone.
I hope I have girls.
July 24th, 2012 at 6:58 am
Ha! Love the ‘weigh’ cross-out. (You know I’m a sucker for the cross-outs!) And I think we all feel a bit better about ourselves knowing you don’t gorge on Pop-Tarts every day with abandon and still maintain that rockin’ figure. (Wow, is there ANY way to say the word ‘figure’ without sounding like a creep?)
I am so with you on the clothes. When Peppermeister still lived at home, he had this recliner in his parents’ basement, RIGHT next to the laundry room, where he’d just pile all of his clean clothes in a heap. I called it his “chlair” (closet + chair = chlair). Now he piles them on top of the dryer. It makes perfect sense. SIGH.
July 24th, 2012 at 8:46 am
What a horrible way to be injured – pulling the scale out and then slipping on pee.
July 30th, 2012 at 9:13 pm
Men are messy. But then so are many women. A cleaning person is the only way to resolve this. Share the cost.
July 31st, 2012 at 7:30 am
I have never understood the clean clothes on the floor theory. Chad and my boys both subscribe to this particular brand of laundry and I just don’t get it. I probably never will. And yes!!! Little boys miss the toilet! That is why I refuse to share a bathroom. REFUSE.
August 12th, 2012 at 10:52 am
[...] I met Thoughtsy from Thoughts Appear. She hauled ass on a train from a long way away to get there for just Saturday. She had candy-infused vodka and if I could have done it without being creepy, I would have cut her arms off and sewed them on to my body because they’re so buff. Thoughtsy, don’t fret; I totally would give you my arms in exchange. I wouldn’t leave you armless. She recently moved in to a house full of boys and is learning a thing or two, like about The Pee Splash Zone. [...]