There are two chairs in our bedroom – one closer to his side of the room and one closer to my side. (Ever since I grew up sharing a bedroom with my sister, I’ve divided rooms in this way – my side, your side. The neat side…that would be me, the MeSsY side…that would be you.)
It’s a minor irritation but one that bothers me nevertheless. I want him to not ever put his clothes on my chair. (He doesn’t do it that often but it bugs me to no end when he does.)
I don’t know why this bugs me but it feels like an invasion. Because…because…okay – because:
- I don’t ever put my clothes in his chair;
- I clean my chair of all items regularly;
- It’s my chair, he has his own.
- The idea of clothing s p r a w l doesn’t resonate with me. (This is why I wash and put away the laundry every week – to avoid sprawl.)
The few times a month when he leaves the toilet seat up doesn’t bug me. He leaves the seat up and I put the seat down (having learned not to ever sit down without checking first on toilet-seat position). In fact I always put the seat and the lid down on the toilet – it looks unsanitary to me to have the seat and lid up.
I don’t bug about:
- the fact that he leaves lights turned on,
- or doors open,
- or doesn’t refill the ice cube tray ever.
It’s easy to flip the lights off, touch the door so it shuts all the way, and refill the ice tray because I don’t like to see it hanging out on the counter empty.
But a pair of socks or pants or pajama bottoms that don’t belong to me taking up residence in my chair! Nah-uh. Don’t do it.