The whole "How should you hang your toilet paper on the holder?" debate is getting pretty ridiculous if you ask me. The fact that just the other day, I read a heated Facebook thread, that consisted of hurt feelings and friend deletions over this exact issue, proves that this subject belongs right up there with the best of them. And this is why toilet paper, of all things, is worthy of a blog post from me.
Patrick is very particular about the way a new roll of toilet paper gets put on the holder. He likes it to hang over. I just like it to be put on the holder. It's very tempting to purposely put the toilet paper roll on the opposite way he likes, but when I do, he actually gets mad about it. The guy uses it maybe once a day. I use it like 100 times a day. I should totally have precedent on how the roll is hung, right? Wrong! I decided that in order to keep my marriage from ending in divorce by TP, I just need to hang the roll the way he likes it, and so I do.
The other day I was trying to use the restroom in peace but as many of you mothers know, if it's not your kids barging in on you, it's your man. The toilet paper had run out and I had grabbed a new roll as I sat down. I hadn't had the chance to even think about putting it on the holder before Mr. "I like my toilet paper hung over" made some comment about me NEVER putting the roll of toilet paper on the holder. Apparently, he doesn't realize that with four potty trained girls in the house, we go through almost a roll a day and 99% of the time, the toilet paper is hung properly to his specifications on the holder.
I've learned over the years to pick and choose my battles and have gotten really good at biting my tongue, but duuuuuuuude….I'm trying to pee in peace and you are getting on my last nerve! So, I
This whole interaction got me thinking about the differences between men and women. I've concluded that we are designed differently. Our bodies, our minds, and the way we do things are just different. Does this mean we can't co-exist because we like our toilet paper to hang opposite of each other? No.
I had joined a gym shortly before my Kaia adventure and there were numerous times that I felt inadequate in my workout endeavors there. I would plan on hitting the treadmill only to see some young good looking lads strategically placed on every other treadmill. This meant that I would have to squeeze between two of them and watch those strong youthful legs run at 7 mph for an hour without breaking a sweat while I heavily breathed in their ear walking at 3 mph. So, instead of approaching the treadmill with confidence, I opted for the lone stationary bike in the corner where no one could see or judge me and I quietly cursed those boys for making me feel the way I did. Surely it was all their fault, right?
I love that Kaia FIT is an all women's bootcamp. When I walked in for the first time, I was nervous. I hadn't slept much the night before in anticipation for this new experience. I was tired and I pretty much rolled right out of bed and straight into my car to get there on time. The eye boogers were still in my eyes and my hair was a mess, but on that very first day, I walked in and felt loved and accepted by ALL the women there, messy hair and all. In a few short days, my insecurities were left sleeping in my bed and I grew more and more confident in my balance level knee push-ups while others were clapping between their Kaia level ones. High-5's and "good job's" were given no matter WHAT level we each did and over time, I gained more confidence in myself and in my abilities. I don't know that I would have felt the same way if this was a co-ed class. The fact that I was able to fully be my uncoordinated weak self was and still is a true blessing.
Patrick likes his toilet paper hung one way and I don't really care which way it's hung. The fact of the matter is, we still both need and use toilet paper daily. We just like it differently. I like being in a class full of women. Patrick probably would too, but I doubt he would be comfortable working out in a room full of women. The point is, a class designed by women for women works for me because I'm a woman. Make sense?
After finishing up in the restroom, I left the roll of toilet paper on the counter for Patrick's next use. Later, I went back in and found the roll hung over on the holder perfect to his liking. Here's the deal, If you decide to come visit us is the near future, don't be surprised to see the roll of toilet paper off the holder, because every time Patrick puts the roll on the holder...I take it off, just to mess with him a little.
Perhaps one day he will learn that if you mess with the best…well, you know the rest.
Ha ha! I love it!
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