Men are from Mars...

So this whole living with someone thing...it is quite a recipe for something special. Can you sense the sarcasm in my writing? It is so interesting what you learn about someone once you decide to cohabitate. Mother's around the world scream "don't do it for financial reasons!" and "he will never buy the cow when he gets the milk for free!" Well, when was the last time any of us actually were smart enough to take our mother's advice on love? Silly little girls...

Austin and I have been living together for one month and five days. I think the epiphany happened on day 30 that I couldn't take it anymore. When we first got here is was so much fun - we were organizing, arranging and enjoying each other so much. Then it happened.

Issue #1: The Closet. Ok, so I know that when you merge two lives you have to give certain things up - but why he thought it was going to be one inch of space in MY closet, I will never know. I mean, I have created TONS of space for him in the rest of the house with all his gear. Cycling gear, hiking gear, camping gear, climbing gear...the list goes on and on! So I just want one spot for my things. And he doesn't even know about the three boxes my mom just shipped up from Georgia. (insert evil laugh here)

Issue #2: The Kitchen. We have a 3x12 galley kitchen or crap kitchen, whatever the correct term may be. He LOVES to cook, and he is wonderful at it. But we did discover his worst allergies - dish soap and water! Seriously? You can't wash a dish? Grow up and put on some gloves. Don't worry about the fact that they are pink.

Issue #3: The Bed. This isn't where I talk about our sex life. If you want details, ask me offline, my mother is all over this blog. I am talking about changing sheets and making the bed. Again, is this not something that a man understands? There is nothing better than clean sheets after a long day and I certainly don't want his dirty ass all over my clean sheets. ARG.

Issue #4: The Dog. You will be hearing more and more about my favorite K9 Traveler, but we are talking about his hair on this one. And I am not faulting him for the hair all over the place, I am faulting his dad because he lacks the ability to push around a swiffer.

Issue #5: Clothes. I am a clothes-horse for sure. There is no denying that. But Austin undresses and stacks his clothing in little piles around the room. It is bizarre, but I guess in his own little way it is his way of organizing. Heaven forbid I touch these piles because there is hell to pay if something goes missing. It's like the man from mars is making crop circles.

Issues don't equal problems, I actually laugh more than I ever have and have a happy heart everyday. But it is nice to vent every once in a while. Also, I have come to the conclusion, I love aliens...especially the ones from Mars. :)