Personal Care Issues

When it comes to hygiene and personal care, are you ever puzzled by your family members' habits?

Hubby and Q-Tips. How many Q-Tips does a person need to clean their ears? This morning I noticed something like 6 to 8 Q-Tips in the wastepaper basket in the bathroom, looking all bent up and mangled. How many ears does the man have for goodness sake, and what can he possibly be digging for that requires that many Q-Tips and that much force? One Q-Tip usually works just fine for me.

Sometimes I wonder whether he's purposely trying to make himself deaf so he doesn't have to listen to me. Sometimes I think I should just move my lips without emitting sound and see what happens. Sometimes I think I shouldn't bother to ask him stuff like, "Do you want any ice cream, honey"? And then when he asks why I didn't offer him any, I'll say, "But I DID! Didn't you hear me?!" Maybe after 28 years of marriage and shoving as many Q-Tips in his ears as will fit, little pieces of cotton have broken off and accumulated and, quite possibly, are being shoved into his brain as well--that would certainly explain a lot of things. As you can see, I've given this quite a bit of thought.

The Wild Child and the Shampoo. Okay, this isn't really something she does over and over, but you gotta wonder what she was thinking.

This morning I turned on the bath water and went off to do something or other. When I came back, my bath looked a little like this--

(No, I didn't really take this picture--I just "borrowed" it off the internet. I'm totally incapable of taking photos in the morning. Besides, this bathroom looks much cleaner and shinier than mine.) The Wild Child was the last person to use the bath, and I figured she must have left some shower gel or something in the tub. When I sat down, I realized one area of the tub was pretty darn slick--luckily it wasn't where I had stepped in! When it came time to shampoo my hair, I realized all that gooey gel was actually shampoo.

The bottle of shampoo was nearly empty, so for the past several days, I had set the bottle upside down. I'm guessing the Wild Child used my shampoo and very kindly returned it to its upside-down position; the only problem was that she forgot to close the top first.

But I know how to return the favor when she visits again. She absolutely freaks out if there's any shaved-leg-hair stubble in the bathtub, so next time she comes for a visit, I'll be sure to shave first.

The Boy Child and Just About Everything. Well, he's a boy--what more do I need to say? It's all weird. Remember his Peel Off Masque? Yeah, I rest my case.