Before I get to the main story, let me just say....she scrubbed the bathtub with the toilet bowl scrubber. Let's just stop there for a pause. Soaked in that idea yet? Ya. All of that disgusting bacteria has now been spread all over the shower and bathtub.
We're living w/ my um, husband's roommate, wow it's weird to use that word! Ok, so my husband's roommate is still living w/ us for a couple months. She is going through a lot of drama and likes to corner me to tell me about it. I dislike this. I'm sympathetic and just can't ignore her and walk away like he can.
I try to sneak away, but can't because she corners me when I'm doing something like washing dishes or chopping something for a salad, and there is no escape.
Today she was in the bathroom for a total of probably 2.5 hours, but it was really the first hour that was a block of time. I would have liked to put in my contacts or brush my teeth.
I also didn't want to delay starting my whole day, and I also didn't want to knock on the door and open myself up to another hour story of the strange things happening in her life (and this is not someone I know by the way...I didn't even know her name for a while, but she's one of those people who tell her life story to someone on the bus).
So, out of fear of having an hour wasted hearing more stories with no where to escape, I actually brushed my teeth and put in contacts in my bedroom.
I was pretty amazed that it worked okay. I had some travel toothpaste/toothbrush in my room and just used a water bottle and some tissues and threw it all away. And as for the contacts, I had to open a new set of them, since my contacts were in the bathroom. Of course, I had to make sure my hands were clean so I used that hand sanitizer spray and then some wet wipes to make sure I wasn't putting alcohol into my eye!
I could have used the kitchen sink of course, but I was afraid she'd happen to come out right as I as brushing my teeth. And then there would be a conversation about why I was brushing my teeth in the kitchen, and that of course I can just knock on the door, and then, again, I would get an even longer story about her life.
sigh.
3 comments:
Yikes. You must be looking forward to the day she moves out with much enthusiasm!
Geez! That's crazy. It's like the college dorms all over again. Tip-toeing around your own place is not fun. Hope you don't have to live with her too much longer. :)
yes, I am looking forward to moving. But, not to packing...again.
and yes, tip-toeing is not too much fun, so I'm really thrilled for when we get our own place, though it will be smaller, at least it will just be the two of us :)
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