Sometimes, in life, boys need help. They especially need help when you live with them, and even more so when you are married too them.

There aren’t too many things that Chad does that annoy me. He is pretty good on the bad habit meter. There are, however, 3 things that inevitably drive me insane. On good days I mildly grumble to myself  but don’t let it bother me. On bad days, however, these three insignificant habits cause me to loose my mind.

Now, I will full admit that on the grand scale of life annoyances, these three things I pick on the  most are really not bad at all. They probably don’t even registar a blip on most peoples radar. I know I am crazy, but sometimes, I need to be.

I am somewhat anal about our bathroom. The one thing that sucks about living in a one bedroom apartment is that your private bathroom also functions as a public bathroom. Things people would normally never seen unless specifically venturing into your private bathroom are well exposed at all times in ours. This is especially true due to our lack of storage. Everything is out in the open! So, because of this inevitable viewing of personal belongings, I like to make sure that everything is put away and/or positioned nicely. Yes, I treat our bathroom as a show room.

Now, it is easy, as a girl, to keep things neat and tidy. I’d like to think that as a sex, we are much better at keeping things clean then boys. If I was living by myself everything would be spotless 95% of the time. However, this is not the case.

The 3 Bathroom Failures that Chad partakes in on a daily basis are as follows…

1. After removing his contacts at the end of the night he leaves his contact solution and contact case right beside the sink in a puddle of contact solution. It is not off to the side, or back on his shelf, no, it is right beside the sink, so when I go to use it, I inevitably have to put it away in order to use the sink. Plus, why the hell does it all need to be floating in a sea of contact solution anyways!?
2. Chad is a grown man, clearly, yet he feels the need to leave his underwear in a pile on the bathroom floor every morning after his shower. The laundry basket is in the bedroom which is right beside the bathroom. We walks to and from the bathroom/bedroom 20 times in the morning, but never in those 20 times does he think, ‘I should probably put my underwear in the laundry basket’. I am not your maid, Chad, pick up your friggin underwear!
3. When living with people, you have to come up with systems and routines that work for you. In our house, Chad has a shower in the morning and I have a shower at night. It what works for us, and it actually works quite well. The only problem is that after Chads morning shower he takes his towel, crumples it into a pile, and rests it on the towel rack. Now, while it is not on the floor, (Yay Chad!) it is in a wet, crumpled mess. When it is my turn to have a shower, guess what I find? A still wet, gross, towel. Now, I know people will say, well just get more then one towel! That is not the point. The point is that he can hang up the towel, properly, so that it will be dry for when I use it.

So, after years of me nit picking these three, really not so important annoyances, with little to no luck in changing them, I finally came up with an idea.

Chad calls his contact solution Eye Jucie. He likes to make up words.

He once said to me ‘Tell me 100 times and I won’t remember, write it down, and I will’. Well, I put that idea into practice, and guess what, IT ACTUALLY WORKED! Sweet Jesus the boy can read!

I was actually pretty impressed that a simple post it note worked. Only problem is, I have a feeling that with this success, I am just going to end up covering the bathroom in post it notes. Ha!

I know I can be crazy, but I’m glad I was able to somewhat curve 3 bad habits!

I just realized that 5 years ago this past weekend Chad and I met for the very first time.

I found his blog (back when he did so) all because he was linked on Matt Goods blog. I read it a couple of times and realized that he lived in Vancouver (unlike most of the other bloggers who lived in Toronto) so I started to follow along as I thought it was pretty cool that he was local. I was somewhat new on the blog scene and I didn’t know many people, so anyone who blogged, and lived in Vancouver was pretty cool to me.

Low and behold, November of 2005 a Blogstock party was organized for the Matt Good concerts that week. I was beyond excited to go.

As I walked down Granville street on my way to the concert, guess who I see, Mr. Ciavarro!

A chance meeting that would turn into a friendship that would blossom into a love story.

Yes I am being sappy and sentimental, but I always knew there was something about him.

Who would have thought then, that we would be where we are today.

Loves <3

The other night I woke up to a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I swatted it away but didn’t worry about it because I knew it would get Chad 100 times before it got me.

Not to long later I rolled over, half awake, towards Chad. He reached out and asked me if I was awake. I was, so he asked me if I heard a mosquito buzzing around. Well, it was driving him absolutely crazy and he had already been bitten 4 times. Haha, sucker! He then told me that he needed to kill it right away because he could not sleep with it buzzing around. His plan? To turn on all the lights and wait for the mosquito to fly towards them and then attack it.

It was 3:45 in the morning.

I was surprisingly in a good mood so I indulged him.

I attempted to cover my face from the light attack but there was no point. I knew I wasn’t going to sleep through this.

So, there he was, all covered up, staring at his bed side light waiting for the mosquito to come and attack. We waited, we watched, we saw it once, but didn’t get it in time.

30 minutes later, I told him that time was up, so he came up with a brilliant idea – that he should have originally just done – and decided to turn on the fan so to blow the bugger out of the way.

Well, it worked. The mosquito never came back, and I was punished with Ciavarro-esque gas attacks blown in my face by the fan.

Just a night in the life.

I came home from work and found this. He ‘wasn’t feeling good’.

June 2010

I have a reoccurring nightmare that I am in an emergency situation and I need to call Chad right away.

I attempt to call the home phone but I can’t seem to get the numbers right.

I then attempt to call his cell phone but every time I punch in the numbers I do it wrong. Again and again I get the number mixed up.

I attempt to scroll down my cell phone to find his number in my contacts but every time I find it and press call it scrolls down and calls someone else.

This just causes me to panic more and more until I wake up.

I hate this dream because there is nothing worse then being in an emergency situation and not having the ability to contact someone.

I just tried to call his cell phone to ask him a question – non emergency situation – and I dialed the number wrong 5 times. WTF?!

It’s like my dream is coming true…