The Unspoken Rules of Our Home in 19154
About a week after Desiree and I had moved in with BK, we were sitting on the couch watching TV, and he says to me, “So, you might not want to take a bath.”
“Well, the ceiling leaks over above the table downstairs because the water doesn’t drain quickly enough when you take a bath.”
And when was he planning to tell either of us…
“Well you both take showers anyway, but I figured I should give you a heads up.”
That’s just the beginning. There are always rules. School has rules. Relationships have rules. Parents have rules. Life has rules. Here are some of the house rules.
Our House Rules
Share the remote. We get along fairly well when it comes to watching TV. We can all agree on certain shows or movies like Knocked Up or Step Brothers. An episode or two of the Office is always fair game, but if you’re a guy and you invite two girls from the 90’s to move in with you, Dawson’s Creek will pop up every now and then. It is what it is.
Do your dishes, and rinse them off before placing them in the dishwasher. It’s frustrating when the dishes pile higher and higher, and nobody claims ownership over any of them. Sure, I will let a plate sit in the sink for a night, but eventually I’ll do my share. I try to balance it out. And on a sidenote, remember, the dishwasher isn’t a miracle worker. If you had mint ice-cream with chocolate sauce, and your bowl is green and brown, rinse it out! It takes ten extra seconds. Time it.
Respect each other’s limits, and praise each other’s accomplishments. I don’t put the trash cans on the curb. But I
bake, or at least I try to bake. And I make ramen noodles at 3am after we all get home from the bar. Desiree doesn’t clean the bathroom. But she makes killer scrambled eggs. And she took down all the Christmas decorations all on her own while BK was out and I was babysitting. Lastly, BK doesn’t ever wash the blankets from the living room, and his pillows were flat when we moved in. But he asks what we want when he does WAWA trips. Oh, and he’s the one who takes care of the trash.
Communicate. We’re roommates, we live together, we share everything. If you live with someone and are forced to come home together, you have to talk. It’s no fun to run and hide in your room. You should want to spend time together. If someone is bothering you, tell them. Communication is key.
Make the memories worth remembering. Stoop drinking. Midnight pizza. Drunk Jenga. Roku. Replacing the food that expired three years ago when we first moved in. Not knowing what type of detergent to put in the dishwasher. Passing out on the couch after a long night. Nifty Fifty’s milkshakes… These are our memories.
I hope yours are just as good.