I spent some time on the treadmill this morning and was in a fantastic mood. I came upstairs to find Brad still dripping from his shower. We shared some easy conversation as I prepared for my own shower. He was gone getting Teddy ready for the bus before I got in.
I get in there and first find I need to move stuff around as people have pushed all the tubes and bottles, no matter to whom they belong, into one big messy pile – seriously folks. See both boys use our shower instead of their own – it’s just not on my current list of battles to fight – so there’s a lot of shit in there. But okay, no biggie, I get things organized – which really means all my shit on the right and organized and everyone else’s shit on the left. I smile as I see my hair removal cream (which I learned about from Jen) which until recently had been kept in the back on the left, but I’ve turned over a new leaf – as I like my husband again – I’m thinking I’ll continue to remove the hair that he doesn’t like getting stuck in his mouth. Okay. Phew. Done.
Now I’m minding my own business, singing the hell out of Steel Magnolia which is an entirely different story while getting myself all nice and clean. I always start with my hair, do you? So hair done I reach for the soap. Um. Where’s the soap? Brad was just in here it’s got to be around here somewhere. No doubt the piece was getting small, but there should still be a plenty big enough piece for me to use. I promise I’ll put a new one in when I’m done – God knows no one but me would remember to do that, right? And sure, there are bath gels and smelly things in there that I could use, but I’m looking for my freakin’ Dove. Where the hell is it?
There’s no fucking soap in the shower. My mood is now suffering, okay really it wasn’t – I was just confused and amazed at how someone could use the rest of the soap and not replace it. There’s a linen closet with plenty of soap in it roughly two feet from the shower – and that’s only because the door opens into the shower, so you have to go all the way to the other side of the door, otherwise you could seriously reach right into the closet from the shower if you were so inclined. And I guess that would get everything inside all wet and that’s why the door opens the way it does – but I digress.
So I hop out of the shower, dripping all over the damn place and get a new bar of soap and start the song “Not Tonight” over and finish the shower – all done.
I totally forgot about the soap thing until I got to work and what follows is my actual IM conversation with my husband….
Me: Did you shower this morning?
Me: Before me?
Me: Did you happen to notice there was no soap?
Him: no. I use a lot of shampoo
Me: you don't use soap?
Him: not every day
Me: you use shampoo to clean yourself with? OMG (I'm shaking my head)
Him: I also forget to wash my hair some days, while standing in the shower
Me: OMG, who the hell are you?
Him: I am odd
Him: that last one does not happen a lot
Me: well that's something
I’m totally rethinking the hair removal thing.