men do not understand the importance of a clean restroom.
My husband and I took a little road trip today with one of the girls. It was part of our “simple life” adventure series. I’ve mentioned it before…my husband wants to move to the country and live off the land. I want to move to the country and live in a wooden structure with electricity and hot and cold running water.
So I’ve managed to get him to give up the idea of the yurt and the hole in the ground (outhouse) in exchange for a rustic cabin and indoor plumbing. It wasn’t a hard sell, really. I think he likes the modern conveniences as much as I do, and he was just happy that I was serious about moving to country. I really do like the idea, actually. I just have a few rational demands before I start packing up the fine china and silver.
I would love to say that I have my husband wrapped around my little finger, but anyone who knows either one of us knows that absolutely nothing is that easy. We are both very strong willed (stubborn) people, who have a clear picture of what we want. It’s just that sometimes, those pictures don’t exactly match.
So we have gone back and forth over the type of structure to include in our plans. After many back and forth struggles, I was forced to let go of my idea of having the decadent log cabin design, and we compromised on the old fashioned barn structure. I’m actually excited about the prospect of converting a barn into a house. I’m thinking of documenting the entire process for HGTV or something. In the mean time, we will be making several day trips to points beyond to check out land for sale, and all the assorted trimmings.
Today our little jaunt included an excessive amount of time in the car and a few too many diet cokes. And I will say it again…men just do not understand the importance of a clean restroom.
I don’t care how many diet soft drinks I have consumed, I am never desperate enough to use the toilet in a seedy run down gas station. I would sooner take my empty cup and refill it from the side of the road (something that I have yet to have to do, thanks in large part to my super capacity bladder.) My husband thinks this is ridiculous and I should just go if I have to go—spoken by someone who can stand a safe distance from the toilet while using it.
I made it home, albeit a little uncomfortable, without having to compromise my convictions this time. There are just some lines that should never be crossed. Like living in a yurt with an outhouse. I’m all about green living, but that just takes it a step too far. Thank goodness my husband likes a hot shower in the morning.
Among other things.
Until the next time…I’ll be trying to get some more sleep!