When Mark and I first tied the knot, our initial months as a married couple were nothing short of magical. But let’s be real—our smooth transition into wedded bliss was aided by the fact that we had already been living together. Had we returned from our honeymoon and suddenly merged our lives and belongings, it would’ve been a recipe for chaos, not romance. Trust me; I remember all too well my initial days with my ever-present roommate. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.
I distinctly remember thinking, “Why is he always around?” as I yearned for some alone time to handle my personal grooming—because, let’s face it, there are some things my then-boyfriend just didn’t need to witness. Getting ready for dates became more of a wrestling match over our cramped vanity than a fun ritual. I had to navigate shaving my legs while he occupied the toilet just a few feet away. The bed? An eternal mess, thanks to his habit of tossing socks to the foot of it as if they were confetti. We had a lot of quirks to iron out during those first few months. A LOT.
And then there was his unsolicited input on home decor, which I believed should be solely my domain. I still chuckle at the time he insisted on attending a meeting with our wedding florist—only to doze off and snore through half the presentation. Does he even care? Can’t I have my flowers, bedding, and all things pretty without him weighing in? Hands off, babe—go build yourself a man-cave or something.
Fast forward 15 years, and aside from the occasional debate over toilet paper placement or my exasperation that the recycling still isn’t out, I’ve grown to appreciate cohabitating with my partner in crime (and our adorable kids). Most days, I even enjoy it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t dream of a house where I reign supreme without the chaos of kids and a husband to complicate things.
Want a sneak peek?
Picture this: a serene bedroom adorned with lovely pink bedding, free from stray hairs or crumbs from breakfast.
Next, imagine a bathroom with a single, pristine sink—no hair clippings, toothpaste smudges, or clutter in sight—and a luxurious clawfoot tub complemented by a chandelier that’s strictly for aesthetic appeal.
I’d also have a dedicated dressing room, because why not? A peaceful haven for applying my makeup and adorning myself with jewelry.
The kitchen? It’d revolve around my fabulous pink Cuisinart mixer, with a delightful aroma of vanilla-scented candles wafting through the air.
And let’s not forget the ultimate craft and gift-wrapping room—take that, Candy Spelling!
Alas, if everything goes according to plan, this dream house will remain a figment of my imagination forever. But honestly, that’s not such a bad outcome.
(P.S. Mark, while you were out, I decided we’re switching sides of the bed. Hope that’s cool with you!)
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In summary, while the reality of cohabitating with a partner and kids can be messy, it doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun imagining the perfect personal space.