It's The Little Quirks

I'm not always the easiest person to live with. I'll be the first to acknowledge that. I have very particular rules or methods of how things should go. I think it's part of the perfectionist/borderline germ-aphobe in me. I say borderline because I'm not paranoid and obsessed about germs I just have certain rules about certain opportunities to come in contact with germs.

For example, when I used to live in a city and took the bus all the time. I had certain pants designated for sitting on the bus... bus pants I called them. (yes, me and sheldon cooper have that in common but that's where the similarities stop). The first time I ever went "Gasp! BUS PANTS!!" when Jon sat on the bed,  I think he just about had a heart attack. Compared to me he's pretty laid back about things. He doesn't mind the 5 second rule, scrubbing the toilet, or taking out the trash. Thank goodness! I certainly love him for that!



When we first started dating there was quite a difference between how we both did every day tasks. He didn't quite get why I changed and washed my clothes after taking the trash out. Or why instead of wash them, I throw containers, food and all, away after 3 days. But I didn't understand why he did some things too. Like one day in our first year of marriage, he was at work and I went to the fridge to make myself a snack. I think it was probably nachos or something because I grabbed the cheese. I unwrapped it and there in the block was a huge chunk missing. If I was a dentist I would have been quite impressed by the massive teeth mark impressions left in the cheese. I asked him later why there was a bite mark in the cheese and he said he wanted a bite of cheese and didn't think to cut a slice. Why dirty a knife?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Quite the contrary! I love that we're different and it adds some humor to the day. I think it's probably one of my favorite things about marriage; the little quirks that make us different.