FANCY THAT FANCY THIS

Last week Ali stopped using our bathroom and started using Maya’s.

I chalked this up to her being away at camp.

But then Maya came home and Ali continued to use her bathroom.

I waited for Maya to freak out.

But she didn’t say a word. Not even when Ali hung his towel in her bathroom.

I obviously had questions. Lots of them. (I always do).

But I didn’t ask any of these questions, because I was too busy blow drying my hair in front of a proper mirror, with NO interruptions.

Yesterday Maya casually mentioned that Ali is paying her $5 / a week to use her bathroom. And that it could have been $6 but that she agreed to $5 so that she didn’t have to send a weekly invoice.

I’m sorry but WHAT?

I am mystified. I mean this is wrong on so many levels…and I really should do something about it.

But the truth is that having my own bathroom again is so much better than having answers.

So whatever. I’m going to sit back and enjoy better hair as I see how long their arrangement lasts.

It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about blogging, mostly because things have been difficult.

To say the least.

And for so many reasons I’ve started to wonder: is there really any point dwelling on the little things?

I mean, in the grand scheme of things, is it productive to complain about Maya’s inability to utilize a fork or a placemat, thereby ensuring crumbs are all over the dining table and floor?

(I feel them under my feet RIGHT NOW).

Or what about Ali’s predisposition for buying loose leaf tea in quantities fit for a small village? Or the fact that I encountered (and almost slipped on) yet ANOTHER pair of his socks on the floor this morning?

And since I was on a roll with the self-inflection, I also wondered: should I be publishing this information for the world to see? Or more importantly, does the world really care when there’s so much more important stuff going on right now?

I think we all know the answer to that.

Still…I’m hesitant to call it a day just yet. So maybe – for once – I’ll just play it by ear and see how it goes…

We went to lunch on Sunday.

I ordered crab cakes, which were delicious, except that they arrived in a pool of mayonnaise.

Mayonnaise makes me nauseous.

I ate the non-infected top of one crab cake and asked for a second replacement crab cake (sans mayonnaise) to go.

Random picture … BEFORE the crab cake debacle.

I sent my precious take away box home with Ali and Maya so I could check out the Friends and Family sale at Bloomingdale’s.

While purchasing these shoes I contemplated texting Ali to make sure he put the leftovers in the fridge.

But then I told myself I needed to stop being so controlling.

I told myself that even my husband would recognize the necessity of food safety, especially when it came to seafood.

And another.

I got home a few hours later and nearly tripped over my takeout container, which was sitting 2 inches from the front door.

I suppressed many swear words and threw my perfect, no-mayo crab cake in the trash.

I opened the fridge and noticed that Ali’s Magnolia banana pudding – which he’d apparently purchased on his way home – was front and center and properly refrigerated.

I didn’t speak to Ali for hours.

Maya has braces!

The takeaway: I need to do EVERYTHING myself. And that now includes ensuring proper refrigeration.