And PCG everyone is different u can only cross that bridge when u come to it. Depends on how u use the bathroom and how he does. And taking into account what u hate and what he hates u have to come to a happy medium. Have u always had ur own bathroom? Never shared with a roommate or sibling? It's the same compromise, u keep reminding them not to do it a certain way and then one magic day in the future u don't have to do remind them anymore, they're trained for life.
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I bet guys get pissed off about seeing long hair on the bathroom floor after ur done combing in there, I don't hear any of them complaining.**
And these are all the girls who claim how everyone else makes such a mess and they don't. A couple of my friends and I went to university together, we lived close to each other and stayed over a lot. I had to practically show them how to pick their hair off the bathroom floor (both claimed it was the other person's hair, although I had proof in my bathroom that they both made a mess) . They never tried to keep their fallen hair going down the drain while showering so guess what, their bathtub was blocked every other week and they had to pour draino down it all the time. And how did they not learn these life skills, one had her own bathroom all her life (and a maid) and one shared it with like 20 siblings but had a houseboy doing the cleaning and probably draino-ing (and also with so many ppl sharing u wouldn't know who to blame for the mess). So I'd rather share my bathroom with my brother (who my mom had taught the same cleanliness) than my female friends. Basically everyone's different and u have to hope ur mil did a good job.
my husband gets *super *pissed off at my hair on the floor- and complains about it- even tho I never complain about the filth he creates! oh well- such is life
my husband gets *super *pissed off at my hair on the floor- and complains about it- even tho I never complain about the filth he creates! oh well- such is life
For years I thought I was so unlucky to have a mom who's totally OCD about seeing hair anywhere (further unlucky because apparently only the longer hair grosses her out and my brothers' and dads hair didn't bother her that much). Anyway years of nagging practically has made me OCD about it :) (well not so much) but it has made me really really particular about picking up after myself. I once said to her "Aap to tab he khush hongi k Mae bus apna sar shave kar loon" (so that there's no dropped hair to nag me about). And look how the tables have turned after all these years, because now I tell HER k aap k Baal giray hotay Haen har jaga. But not her fault, she has trouble seeing all the hair on semi-darkish tiles so she misses a few :).
And once when I was young and had bob length hair, she got all pissed about leaving hair in the bathtub drain and she made me clean it out. That grossed me out so much that I made a lifelong commitment to try and grab all the hair before it even reaches the drain (then she wonders why i take forever in there). Hence no draino episodes. Sometimes I thank her but sometimes I think she's burdened my brain too much, maybe ignorance is bliss and I should have been like the draino chugging girls. "Oh my God I don't know what's wrong with our drain, the property manager should really get it fixed once and for all!"
P.S I can totally see myself nagging my daughter about this. Do u know once we had guests staying at my moms place (while I was visiting too) and my moms cousin (who has teenage daughters) was asking my mom that we use the bathroom so well (no junk everywhere and no stray hairs), how did she get me to do it so well. I told my mom u should have told her to nag nag nag because apparently that's what worked with me lol.