Poor Craig. I think I scared him this morning.
As he was getting ready for work this morning, I looked on the bathroom counter and gasped at the horrific sight in front of me. His towel! He was using a PRETTY towel! For those uninitiated in the ways of the Neurotic Housewife, pretty towels are for looking pretty. ONLY. Pretty towels are to remain neatly folded in the linen closet, rolled up and stuffed into a basket or hung from a towel rack with strict instructions to NEVER USE. When I saw the pretty towel out of its designated spot in the linen closet I gasped loudly and cried "nooooooooo." The look on Craig's face was priceless. He didn't know what I was screaming about, but still, he looked like a toddler who was caught trying to flush his mom's car keys down the toilet. I think I scared him good.
It's my fault, though. The towels we use were in the dryer and not available for use this morning. Naturally, Craig did what any normal person would do: he went to the linen closet and grabbed a clean towel. Unfortunately for him, he's married to a very abnormal person. An abnormal person with ridiculously crazy towel standards. Had I been more diligent with laundry upkeep, this would not have happened. Generally I'm on top of these sort of crisis situations, but I faltered yesterday. I can't blame Craig; it's not his fault he married a person with serious, um....issues. I'm a stickler when it comes to that sort of stuff; and I admit, it's kind of hard to keep up with all of my rules. Towels, the placement of dishes in the cabinets, pillow arrangement, the appropriate number of cereal boxes that can be opened at one time...these are all things I take very seriously.
Evidently, Craig had already used the towel once before, but that didn't stop me from grabbing it from his clutches and giving him one of the old towels I bring for my shower at the gym.
Just so you know, I'm clearly aware of my idiosyncrasies. I realize I can be a little overzealous in the rules department; there is no way to dispute that. However, I like my crazy rules. I also like that, for the most part, Craig humors me. He didn't even flinch when I took the pretty towel and gave him a tattered one in return. He probably rolled his eyes when I turned away, but that's okay. After giving him a scare this morning, I deserve an eye roll. Or twelve.