My husband and I have lived together eleven years in August (and yes, been married nine, figure that one out). Over the course of those years I have learned a lot about him. I know he likes to curl up under every blanket imaginable for the first hour he's asleep and then throw it all on top of me and sleep with nothing the rest of the night. I know not to cook with anything white (mayo, sour cream, etc) and just the thought of gravy makes him gag. He drinks out of six glasses an evening and leaves them throughout the house for me to find the next morning. He subscribes to magazines he's never read. He has selective hearing.
I can live with all of that.
He does, however, have this strange tendency to require his closet neat, clean, and in perfect order.
How dare he?
This particular quirk was livable in our old house because we had separate closets. Oh, how I miss my very. own. closet. Everything was mine. I could put it where I wanted it and if I wanted to hang pictures on the closet walls I could (and I did).
This house does not have separate closets.
Here is our closet:
Our one closet.
And yes, it was almost a deal breaker.
Before we made an offer, we walked through and mapped the closet out, who went where and didn't go where. We shook on it and then placed our imaginary tape down the middle for no one to cross. Ever.
On my side of the closet is a handy-dandy little nook.
The husband easily agreed to steer clear of the nook where I currently house all my children's sentimental keepsakes in huge rubber tubs. I like the nook. A good place to stash the crap I don't want to look at on a daily basis. Also, did I mention that it's all mine? Because it's ALL. MINE.
Imagine my surprise, though, when I walked into the closet last night and found an unfamiliar rubber tub. Upon further inspection I determined that said tub did not belong to me so therefore it was infringing upon the rule of THE NOOK IS MINE. So I scoured the nook of the offending box and placed it on it's rightful side of the closet.
This morning it returned. Not to MY NOOK, but in the middle of the closet.
Oh no, he di'nt.
He did not just put that tub right where I'd trip over it this morning, did he?
And you know what else? There was a hamper all nestled in my green shirts too.
I don't use a hamper.
You know I moved it all back to their rightful places.
I wonder where they'll be tomorrow.
Game on, Dude. Don't mess with a chick and her closet.