A Messy Bathroom
Today marks a week and a half in our new (much smaller) apartment. For the most part we’ve been adjusting to the smaller spaces and have done ok. The living room and bedroom have been easy to transition into, the bathroom however is a different story. We had a pretty large bathroom in our old apartment with double sinks, a garden tub, linen closet, and walk in closet that could double as a small bedroom. I miss the closet!
We decided (read I decided) that we would try and keep our bathroom counter as clear as possible since we’re sharing a smaller space. Ronnie used to have his sink strewn with deodorant, contact cases, cologne, you get the picture. I would have my side neatly lined up against the mirror, toothbrush and toothpaste in my cup, a cute little three tiered stand holding hair ties, bobby pins, etc.
Sharing a sink doesn’t sound like a big deal but let me tell you, I was spoiled in our former apartment. My sink was clean, free of soap marks, toothpaste stains, lint and hair. Ronnie on the other hand could care less about puddles of water, toothpaste scum, piles of hair. My sweet husband consistently reminds me that a bathroom is a bathroom and will be messy or wet or dirty. My OCD brain goes into freak out mode and all I can think about is the mess everywhere and I don’t believe bathrooms were made to be dirty.
Back to the point of this story so you don’t just think I’m giving you the inside scoop on our messy bathroom. I walk into the bathroom to shower this morning and the counter top is pooled with water by the soap dispenser, my husband’s toothbrush is out on the counter with water puddled all around it and he’s moved on to the bedroom to finish getting ready for work. Quick to point the finger that he’s not following through on his word that he’d keep his toothbrush in the cup I bought him, an argument starts. It’s before 7am and neither of us have had coffee, let’s just say it wasn’t productive.
We started off our Wednesday morning in sour moods and I proceeded to put away his toothbrush, wipe up the counter and get into the shower that’d been running for the last 7 minutes of our argument. Halfway through he comes over to apologize and tell me he’ll try to remember to put his toothbrush away, tells me he loves, and leaves for work.
I decided to pout in the shower and question why he can’t get it right in the first place. Why doesn’t he care that I care?! Quickly realizing that I’m not forgiving him like he asked, I’m clearly part of the problem, and I should probably let it go. As I get out of the shower I have the sweetest note from him telling me how much he loves me.
Awesome, I felt terrible that I’d been blaming him for being messy when honestly, it was just a little water. Marriage is hard and living with someone is hard; throw love into the mix and you’re all over the place. The things he cares about, I don’t, the things I care about, he can’t’ possibly understand. Surely we aren’t the only people who go through this (I know we’re not) but it definitely feels overwhelming at times.
I was convicted by Ronnie’s quick and sincere apology to not hold on and point out his miniscule mistakes and instead just move forward with cleaning the bathroom or wiping up a spill. I’m thankful he’s patient with me and not quick to point out all of my short comings.
He’s definitely someone that leads by example and I’m so thankful for that.