I have some pretty amazing habits. Tyler would call them "bad" habits but I like to refer to them as neutral.
Sometimes I...totally dig for gold in the car. I can't help it if I can't breathe!
Sometimes I...will argue with a person on TV. I'm sorry, but people are so wrong.
Sometimes I...have trouble mustering up sympathy for others. Oh you have a headache? Big whoop. Someone in a 3rd world country with no Midol, clean water, or access to a Brazilian wax is having their "time of the month".
Usually Tyler will just roll his eyes and maybe even scoff at my me-ness. Over time, he has learned to accept me for who I am. This woman is set in her ways! But there's one habit that maybe I should break for the sake of humanity.
See, I have a habit of not shutting the door when I pee. I don't know what it is, but it just feels so darn good. It's like, "This is me, biotches! Let me not be confined to an enclosed room whilst I relieve myself."
Of course, I close the door when guests are over most of the time and when I have to go #2, you have about a 50/50 chance, so I wouldn't say my habit is THAT bad.
So as I was openly peeing this morning, Tyler contemptuously said, "You know, there are these things invented called 'doors' that people close when they go to the bathroom"
"I don't have to!" I retorted, "The only people that come downstairs is you and Jack and since Jack has come outta this (referring to my muffin bits) and you've seen this, I don't really need to. Plus maybe you should just not come into the bathroom when you hear pee noise and so obviously know that I'm doin' business. You creeper."
Defeated and still scoffing, he walked away. Ha, I won! I don't need no stinkin' door.
The day proceeded as normal until it became time for our usual bedtime routine. As Jack was taking a bath and Tyler was flossing his teeth and wandering around, I thought, Dang, I'm peeing a lot today, I need to go again and proceeded with my usual habit.
Mid stream, my mother-in-law walked right past my open-door pee to get something stored in the basement.
"Oh! Oh...um, don't mind me, I'm just peeing here! Uh, maybe I should close the door"
I do this awkward "reach for the door" thing and realize that the door is a little too out of reach without getting off the toilet. I end up having to stand up, with my pants fully down, and shut the door, no doubt dripping pee on the toilet seat.
Of course, Tyler was within hearing distance and for the rest of the night, he had a smirk on his face. Thank goodness it was only my mother-in-law. We be tight. We so tight, she didn't even blink an eye at the sight of me peeing in the open...maybe we're too tight...
I should maybe think about shutting the door.
What bad habits do you have?