Whiskers In The Sink


I realize the title of my post today sounds a little bit like a country song.

Would it also sound like a country song if I were to write, “If he does it one more time, I’m gonna hog-tie him and drag him around behind my dented up Cougar” ?

I have mentioned my Rockstar’s grooming habits once before here, but that was strictly for amusement purposes only. This post is simply an inquisitive rant.

How can a man who is semi-anal about dust accumulating on things not be greatly disturbed by shaven whiskers accumulating in the bathroom sink?

Yes, my Rockstar fails to clean up after himself after bi- or tri-weekly shaving his facial bush. This is the man who comments on the left-over conditioner that hasn’t quite made it down the drain after I have emerged from my hour-long showers. While I have no issues with re-entering the bathroom and turning on the shower momentarily to rinse the tub, I am completely baffled that he seems to be completely unaware of his dead chin hairs that garnish the sink.

Is it because they come from him? Does his eyesight instinctively dis-observe his own body hair? It certainly seems so, since he has no problem mentioning the hairs of MY head that occassionally go uncleaned up in the sink. (For the record, my hairy messes only go unswept when I am late to somewhere.)

This is the man that can hardly stand to have the dirty dishes from yesterday still present today; The man who actually brings out the vacuum after having trimmed his toenails, (all men should do this, but feel that he is probably in the minority in this instance.) The man who comments on the messiness of my cooking when his trek to grab my ass while I’m baking is stopped short when he notices the flour I’ve spilled on the floor. (I am quite messy when cooking, but I always clean up after myself. Generally.) So what is it that he finds acceptable about his upper-lip hair ashes being spread across the bathroom counter?

I must point out that I’m not bitching. After all, I make a eyeshadow and face powder dusting daily thick enough to find fingerprints with. We have these handy little things present in the bathroom called Butt Wipes that with one or two swipes wipe away my makeup litter. Since he awakens earlier than I, it makes sense that I do my makeup and THEN clean up his and my daily facial messes. I just wonder if he notices the mess he makes, or if his Tidier-Than-Thou ego makes him completely blind to his own trangressions…

 

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14 responses to “Whiskers In The Sink

  1. I’m the guy in my house, and I’m the cleanest. Women are disgusting. I clean my toilet all the time, but on the rare occasion that I use the main bathroom, I’m often grossed out. Ladies, in case you didn’t know, stuff splashes up on the bottom of the seat. Like period blood, for example.

    Not to mention having to clean up after a 20-year-old, and all the times I’ve found two of something open in the fridge, or an empty box in the pantry. And a certain someone thinks you clean up a toilet overflow by throwing some towels on it and shutting the door.

    Did I mention I was a housekeeper for two years?

  2. Ahhhhhhhhh the Dreaded Nibbits!! The Boyfriend does this all the fricken time!!!!! I gripe about it and make irritated noises every time I’m in the bathroom and see them sticking here and there inbetween the faucet and knobbies. I think one day I shall gather a weeks worth and dump them on his pillow….

  3. I’ve got two in my house. One who bitches, and one who bitches about the one who bitches. The motto at our place is, A Place for Everything, and Everything Wherever it Damned Well Gets Abandoned. I can take a jug of iced tea out of the fridge, pour myself a glass, go to put it away and find a big jar of mayonnaise. (The iced tea won’t fit where the mayonnaise useta was!)

  4. Sorry sweetie, I’ve got nothing for you. I’m surrounded by at least four teenage boys at any given time so I’m happy if they remmeber to lift the seat.

  5. Count your blessings. How many sparkly chicks are out their dreaming of a rockstar of their own? If sink whiskers are a big problem in your world together, you’re lucky. You rock!

  6. Hey, nobody’s perfect.

    Except me, naturally.

  7. Men are disgusting, end of story ahaha.

  8. Leave it, do your makeup somewhere else. See what he does. Quite often, I’ve found that people don’t notice their own messiness.

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