not so zen momma

Since we've been married, Derek and I have blissfully shared a one-sink bathroom. No kidding, our first apartment had two bathrooms, but we just easily shared the one attached to the master bedroom. Our starter house had one bathroom until the last 2 months we lived there. (You can check out that complete home reno here).

I can't remember a single fight. We coordinated bathroom breaks, morning routines, and the additional of a child without the slightest hiccup.

Then we moved to a house with a posh bathroom. No kidding ya'll, it's part of a master suite. Nice soaker tub, steam shower, separate toilet, and TWO SINKS. Derek's sink is even manly because it's taller (I don't get it either). I have a makeup vanity with stool! Can you believe it?

And what happened? We started having fights. What about? Toothpaste. Turns out that since we are spaced out so far from each other, there is no nice neutral place to store and share the same tube of toothpaste. We tried stashing the paste in the vanity drawer, but inevitably, someone would forget to return it and leave the tube next to their sink. So started the snarky comments... bitter banter... grouchy outbursts...

We now own two tubes of toothpaste for one bathroom. I call that luxury. Or marriage. You choose.