We are competitive people.
Not competitive as in sports but in very strange ways. And not with anyone else. With each other. It is a little game we play that I am almost ready to wave my white flag on....but not quite. The current situation?
BATTLE: Toothpaste
Our current competition involves the tube of toothpaste in our bathroom. And for some reason, I really want to win this one. The purpose is to not be the person who has to bust into the new package. It is more of a hold out sort of thing. And it isn't laziness, which may be your initial reaction. Both of us love to open a new product or item, there's something kind of fun about that. It is almost about who is the most frugal. Who can squeeze the most out of that dilapidated old tube? I thought it would be me...but look at that tube! It has seen its day. I now have to set my toothbrush down on the counter and use both hands to squeeze. I think it is causing me to have early-onset arthiritis. I even thought about cheating (gasp!) and going to the boys' bathroom to use their toothpaste; but the thought of bubble gum toothpaste makes me gag. So, I am trying like crazy to hold out. Every morning after David has left and I am in the bathroom getting ready, I open the drawer to see that stupid old tube still sitting there. It is almost like I see David's face in the drawer...staring at me saying, "Ha ha! Got a little more out of it! Your turn!"
What is a little scary is that we don't just do this with toothpaste. We do it with the bar soap in the shower, the pump soap at the sink (I really think David mixed water in it last month to make it last until I had to change it-- stinker!), the milk, the juice, etc. Neither of us wants to be that person that had to open up a new container when there was probably still a bit of use in the old one. And we NEVER speak of this. It is quite funny. It is our silent battle of sorts.
It occured to me this morning after I longed to bust into that new twin pack, (but didn't), we are a little nuts. Friends, please help me out here. Do any of you do this in your household? Or are we a little over the top with the competition? Have we turned into Ray and Debra Barrone in the Baggage episode of that show? Will toothpaste be our big fork and spoon? Or suitcase?
Just a little friendly marital competition!
Let the Battle Begin.....
What is a little scary is that we don't just do this with toothpaste. We do it with the bar soap in the shower, the pump soap at the sink (I really think David mixed water in it last month to make it last until I had to change it-- stinker!), the milk, the juice, etc. Neither of us wants to be that person that had to open up a new container when there was probably still a bit of use in the old one. And we NEVER speak of this. It is quite funny. It is our silent battle of sorts.
It occured to me this morning after I longed to bust into that new twin pack, (but didn't), we are a little nuts. Friends, please help me out here. Do any of you do this in your household? Or are we a little over the top with the competition? Have we turned into Ray and Debra Barrone in the Baggage episode of that show? Will toothpaste be our big fork and spoon? Or suitcase?
Just a little friendly marital competition!
Let the Battle Begin.....