Marriage is all about compromise. This I have learned. In theory. Putting it into practice, however, means that I do not get my way all the time. This vexes me. However, as a testiment to how much I love my husband, I have found I am getting better and better at this whole compromise lifestyle.<\/p>\n
Ooops. Something small, cute, and very very smelly just walked by. Let me take a quick (but nasty) poopy diaper break here. Be right back.<\/p>\n
Right….So…. This weekend, Kevin decided he wanted a new shower head. At 69th, he put in one of those mobile shower heads that you can take down and hold in your hand. You know, the kind with the long silver hose? Anyway, he convinced me to change over from a stationary showerhead because he insisted that the mobile showerhead would help him clean the shower. Now, anything that will help Kevin with keeping the house clean, I’m up for so I allowed him to change showerheads on me. I hated this moving showerhead but I put up with it because I thought it meant my shower would be cleaned more by my husband. Ha! That proved to be a big fat lie. I believe in the two years this head was installed, Kevin cleaned that shower a whopping total of three time.<\/p>\n
So when we moved down to Sherwood, it was with great joy that I returned to a stationary showerhead. But sure enough, a few months later, I saw a package on our bathroom sink. Yes, that’s right, another mobile showerhead and hose thingy. I stalled for weeks. Kevin tried the old “I’ll clean the shower” line but I wasn’t falling for it. Once bitten, twice shy.<\/p>\n
Finally, after listening to him whine and mope, I let him put in his precious showerhead and it was awful. The water trickled out in a mere stream. The head was mounted so high that the water pretty much hit me straight in the face and no matter how I fiddled I couldn’t adjust it because of that stupid hose. For me, holding the thing was out of the picture. I need two hand to wash my hair and do my various shower routine. There was no way I could clean effectively one handed. I took a miserable, cold, contortionist shower and told Kevin no way. I wanted my old shower back and I wanted it now. Once I explained to Kevin the issues and he saw me getting hit in the face with the water, he reluctantly agreed to go back to the old way. But first, we hit HomeDepot.<\/p>\n
Yes, the good old HomeDepo which is the bain and salve for so many married folks. They had a whole isle of shower heads and – even more exciting- a splitter. Yes, that’s right, the ultimate in compromise. Now, our shower offers two water spraying options. For those who prefer hand held control, there is the mobile showerhead and for those who enjoy a nice steady hands free steam from above there is your old fashion stationary head. Ahhhh, it’s heavenly.<\/p>\n
The joys of compromise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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