We’ve not even lived together a month.
And we’ve got our first little “conflict”.
I mean, my stealing the covers is pretty minor and it’s something I pointed out and nothing he’s ever mentioned, which is nice of him.
I wake up in the middle of the night and he’s sleeping there curled in a ball, mostly naked, without covers.
I’ve somehow got them all on my side.
I cover him back up and silently apologize (while he is still sleeping). I hope he doesn’t remember in the morning.
I present to you, one problem:
The toilet seat is always up. He has never put it down. I figure that we both end up touching it every time we have to pee. He has to put it up, I have to put it down. Now, if only I could teach the kids…last night was the first “squeal” when Red went to sit down and almost fell in. At least it was “almost”. She thought it was pretty funny.
The latter photo takes some explaining. He tends to be heavy handed and when he tears off the tp, the remainder of the roll falls off and onto the floor of the tp holder. Although I keep telling him to just tear it in the opposite direction, he wants to like to take it off and reverse it.
I draw the line at the NBA and sex going on in the same room at the same time.
So I will set the scene for you.
J turns off the NBA (upon my request when he was getting “romantic”).
We get busy.
He turns it back on to see who won and finds the game is still on.
He exclaims, “I am so lucky! I got sex AND overtime!”