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June 19, 2007 at 6:53 am | In mountain out of a molehill, my neurosis, spazzing | 33 Comments

You know what I love?

Coming home from work and putting on my pajamas.

It’s that simple. If I know I am going to be home for the evening, I kick off my shoes and remove my bra, first thing. Then sometimes, when it has just been one of those kinds of days, I go so far as to put my pjs on. And yes, sometimes it is as early as 5:30pm.

How’s that for living la vida loca?

This is just one perk to living alone and being single. No one cares if I am wandering the house in my giant panties and tank top with the grease stain from when I inadvertently sprayed myself rather than the skillet with the non-stick Pam spray. (Also, no one cares that I am Queen of the Dorks.) My cats don’t care. They take me as I am- chub and stains and peanut butter breath- and love me still. Could the same be said for a man?

This remains to be seen.

I admitted recently on Snackie’s confession booth post that I am an obsessive plucker. It’s true. I’ll be brave enough to admit it here on my blog. I love to pluck! Imagine my horror when my esthetician announced that I need to let my eyebrows grow in thicker. Do you understand the torture I am subjected to each time I look in the mirror? This is a painstaking process. It takes soooooo long for the eyebrow hairs to grow in while the opposite is true for the damn gray hairs on top of my head. (Fuckers!) Each time I go into the bathroom my tweezers taunt me, sitting there delicately and demurely nestled next to my make up brushes on the counter. The light glints on the silver and I swear those damn tweezers are winking at me. Tweezers, you mock my pain!

I wonder sometimes- what if I lived with my significant other. . .wouldn’t they begin to wonder what I was doing in the bathroom for so long as I agonized over my face, plucking stray hairs? Would they call to me from the couch or the kitchen or the bedroom with concern, “Sweetheart, are you okay in there?” Would they think it would not be safe to venture into the bathroom for an hour after I vacated for fear I had rendered the facilities hazardous to ones health? Or would they wonder if I was just a really slow pooer?

I just said “pooer” on my blog. This has got to be a first.

Clearly, I care too much about what people might think of me. I’m already worrying about what some future love is going to think. I suppose it is a good thing I live alone for now. We already know it is a good thing I am in therapy.

Do you have something that you agonized over when you shacked up with your honey but then later realized it was no big deal? Or something that you worry will make a future mate raise an eyebrow at you?

Come on, tell me. You can make up a fake name or comment anonymously.

“And I hold you close in the back of my mind/Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt/And I’m too scared to know how I feel about you now/How I feel about you now/La Cienega just smiles and says, ‘I’ll see you around’”-La Cienega Just Smiled, Ryan Adams

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  1. I CANNOT and WILL NOT go to bed without removing make-up/washing my face. And rinsing 12 times. Yes, exactly 12. And blotting dry with a clean fresh towel. And, putting on moisturizer. I’m all about lotion. No eye bags and turkey neck, please. I have had the same nightly routine since my pre-teen years and there has never been drunk enough to prevent it from happening. My hubby thinks it’s weird, but he’s used to me by now. My friends are sporadic about their skin care, so they think I’m a little over the top about it. Maybe so, but I refuse to look like a hag in my old age. Trust me, I live in FL, lots of scary, tanned, wrinkled up women down here to be frightened of turning into if one pays attention.

  2. I was talking to an old college friend recently and she was telling me about the weird stuff her boyfriend does. (They just moved in together.) He likes to smoke naked in the garage in the morning. In fact, he loves to be naked all the time. Something she likes but has to watch because he would be naked at the dinner table with guest if she didn’t give him “the look” before guests arrived. We all do weird stuff alone that transfers to our coupled life. If a man really loves you, he doesn’t care the you pluck or sit around naked.

    I like to put on lotion before bed and lay on top of the covers to “dry”. I get in bed by 9pm almost every week night. I must put away everything before I go to bed. Including drinking glasses, phone, remote, clothes throw over the chair, etc. And I put on my PJs the minute I get home too. :)

  3. When I first got married, I hid all my secret weirdness. Now that we have been married almost 12 years, he knows about it all and shows his own too. It IS nice to be with someone who knows all your stuff and loves you anyway, but sometimes I would like to go back to how it was before I knew some of the things he does (and I am sure he thinks the same thing about me).

    I had to do the eyebrow thing too, and it was TORTURE not to pluck. They turned out great though, so it is definitely worth it.

    I put my pajamas on when the kids get theirs on. It used to happen around 6, but has been getting later and later as they get older. There used to be days where I would be in my clothes for about 2 hours total during the day and pajamas the rest. If only adults could wear pajamas everywhere I would be a very happy girl.

  4. If I could exist forever in either shorts and tank tops or PJ’s, I would. I think that is completely normal.

    As for all my weird stuff, I guess it crosses my mind and then I think wait, everyone has weird stuff. As long as people aren’t doing all their weirdness together- those couples freak me out.

  5. You know who I am.

    I am a pooer.

    I must turn, and look, before I flush.

  6. I am just like you in a sense. If I have nothing else to do, I love coming home, removing my bra and hurling it across the room. I then like to put on pj’s or in the summer, just a tank top and panties. And I will admit this right here and now…..sometimes there is nothing more comfortable than a pair of granny panties! We spend all the livelong day in cute stupid panties and now and then, I just want the comfort of the cotton surrounding my hooha & co.

  7. I used to feel self-conscious about hair removal and the weird position you have to stand in (naked) after you’ve applied fake tan… but men know these things happen, and for the most part don’t take much notice. There is occasional mocking, but I’m sure its not meant badly! Being confident and comfortable is sexy, remember that. And I’m so glad people get into their pj’s so early – I change into mine when I get in from work too!

  8. Oh my god, I heart you. I seriously pluck EVERY DAY. I love it, love it, love it and get stressed if I forget my tweezers when I go somewhere.

  9. This isn’t going to be a fun one to admit, but I’m going to do it anyways. Nose picking. There you have it. I’m going to hide in the corner now.

  10. If we lived closer, I would pay you to pluck my eyebrows–I can’t even go to the salons anymore because I cry and kick when I get my eyebrows done. :(

  11. Pooer! I like that word. Coined by Sizzle.

    I find that the older I get, the less clothes I wear around the house, which is probably kinda gross. I’m down to a t-shirt at most now. Well, not now. But when I get home.

  12. See what you started?? Yes, I, too, am a pajama person. I can’t WAIT until I get home to throw off bra, panties and put on something really comfy… saggy boobs be damned! My kids have learned if they are expecting to see a “presentable” mom, they’d better either come early or let me know they’re coming.

    When we were first dating and then first married, I was so self-concious and self-loathing that I wouldn’t let my now husband of 27+ years see me without makeup – and hated it if he saw me with my glasses. Oh, the end of the world! Yikes! Now? Well, let’s just say he loves me despite all my quirks. He even tells me that as “anti-social” as I am, he considers himself lucky that I still let HIM hang around. LOL!

  13. I have been known to take my bra off as I’m walking in the house. My son knows now to call me and let me know if any of his friends are over. And PJ’s are instant.

    Pooer…LOL

    This is emabarrassing, but I can’t do #2 if there is anyone else in the house.

  14. I actually take my bra off as I’m driving home from work in the afternoon – how scary is that. I hate those damn things! I can just imagine what the people driving next to me are thinking as I fling bra into the backseat.

    I have a serious chapstick obsession. I put that stuff on probably 20-30 times a day. People at work are used to it but when I first start dating a new guy I go through serious chapstick withdrawals.

  15. i do the same thing – straight into my jammies when i get home (if i don’t have any plans)… and i have no reservations about doing stuff in front of my boyfriend, i know he loves me regardless so why bother…

    p.s. he does think i have a chap stick obsession… ;o)

  16. Before finding a good salon…I did the hair dye, clear cap, running around in my panties thing…I didn’t want to get dye on my clothes. Then it was the Carrie style blood bath of a shower, turning everything pink. I actually think DH thought it was kinda kinky…hah! The weird habits become totally natural once sharing space with someone, it’s really not a big deal – Unless of course you date or marry an a-hole.

  17. My wife is a plucker. Drives me nuts. Just. Leave. The. Damn. Eyebrows. Alone.

    That’s what I say.

  18. I tend to be constipated, so I sometimes spend hours in the bathroom trying to poop and nothing happens. I used to be embarrassed about it and didn’t tell people. But now I really don’t care what others think, everyone poops, I just take a lot of time at it. I actually celebrate my poops now and do a little hooray!

    I love pjs and sweats. If I could live in sweat pants and tank tops I would!

  19. I’m with Josie. I dated a girl a few years ago, and if I had to poo while she was there, I’d make her leave the house for the duration. She’d usually go to the store or something.

    I’ve gotten better, but it’s a long process.

  20. this whole “can’t poo with other people in the same house” business is disturbing. i mean, that can’t be good for your…uh…system. you poor dears. you private pooers.

    (i really just wanted a reason to say “pooer” again.)

  21. I think wearing real clothes when I’m home alone is a waste of the cuteness. I trade jeans for PJ pants or shorts any time I come home. I still get the unconditional love from the kittens, so it’s a-okay.

    The weird thing I do that I’m afraid a significant other might comment on: Not wearing makeup when I stay home all day. Hell, the fact that I have days where I have no reason to leave the apartment is bad enough….

  22. I tried plucking a single eyebrow one time just to attempt to understand what Katie went through when she plucked. GAHHHHH!! WHY GOD? WHY???

  23. The mirror in my boyfriend’s bathroom is much better than mine at making my stray eyebrow hairs abundantly obvious. I always wind up plucking while I’m there. He used to wander in and out of the bathroom during my mirror time, probably trying to figure out what I was doing for so long. I think he’s since given up on caring.

  24. Here for the first time and love it! I pluck twice a day and have instructed the boyfriend not to ask questions about the time in there. Not only am I a pooer but it is a frequent topic of conversation in this here house!

  25. Gosh, I love this post and the comments! (And why do I always spray myself with the Pam?) I love the person who lays down on their bed on top of the covers to “dry” from their lotion application before bed. These kinds of confessions are fun :)

  26. Back in BC (Before children) I did the jammies thing all the time. My X worked 2nd shift. Even now, sometimes, I’m jammified as soon as I walk in the door. It’s all about relaxing, babe. A significant other shouldn’t change that.

  27. I’ve actually asked married friends about the pooping thing…it’s a big deal! What if it’s stinky? Or slow? Or loud? Oh dear…I just don’t understand how I’m supposed to keep up the whole feminine mystique thing with all the pooping.

  28. i’m a plucker and a picker. yep, no scars to prove my mini surgeries.

    also, i hide in the bathroom to read.

    yep, i’m all about self-disclosure!

  29. I aspire to be able to poo with the door open as if it some how signifies a closeness with my spouse….. I do hide all my hair removal procedures although since becoming pregnant I have let that go. I used to care so much about hairy legs, ha! Now I only shave if I am going to see my OB or go to the beach. I also used to wear make up everyday and get gussied up. It took me a long time to realize that my husband could care less on a day to day basis.

  30. Love getting comfy in my jammies! And I don’t care who thinks I’m weird or not. :P

  31. I can’t think of anything since Bryan and I have been living together so long I don’t remember back that far (I am annoying, I know). But I have to say… several points in this post made me totally laugh, “pooer” being my favorite.

  32. In the last few years I’ve become a tad obsessed with my nose and ear hair. I think that just goes with the guy territory. I don’t spend every day messing with it, but a couple of times a week, yeah.

  33. I am new to your blog and love this post!

    I worried about all those things too, until I ended up living with my boyfriend. If they are worth their weight (and really love you) they won’t care at all about what you are wearing around the house. I too jump into pj’s or Spongebob Squarepants boxers and a tank top when I am home and not going out anymore. Love being comfy.

    I feel like I have no problem doing anything around my boyfriend now that I am used to it. It was a bit bizarre at first… I mean, he does weird stuff too like flossing his teeth in the living room, as if staying in the bathroom for that long is extremely painful. And pooping really becomes a non-issue once you are used to each other. Pooing happens man.


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