Recently, my husband and I had to share a very small bathroom in our room at an inn while away on vacation. For the most part we danced around each other pretty seamlessly while there. We were in no hurry one morning and I wanted the whole bathroom all to myself to get showered and ready for the day. Sometimes a girl just needs a little privacy.
So I asked my husband, "Are you finished in the bathroom?"
He responded, "I'm done in the shower."
I said, "So, does that mean you're done in the bathroom?"
He said, "I just told you. I'm finished in the shower."
I said, "Quit saying that. That doesn't answer my question."
He: "Yes it does."
Me: "No, it doesn't. You could be finished in the shower without being done in the bathroom."
He: "Well, you know what I mean."
Me: "No I don't. There is a difference you know."
He: "No there's not."
Me: "Yes. There is."
He: "Ok, I think you should let it go and move on now."
Me: "No, I want you to understand. This is part of why we don't always communicate with each other."
I don't usually try to make my point to this extent (or do I...?), but for some reason I felt that this particular situation was a perfect illustration of our failure to communicate at times and I wanted to drive that point home. I bravely soldiered on.
I said, "You could still need to shave or brush your teeth. I know you're finished in the shower. I'm trying to find out if you're 'done' done. I want the bathroom all to myself."
By now my husband is fully dressed, with car keys in hand ready to go get his morning cup of coffee. He leans over to give me a quick kiss and concedes, "Yes, I'm 'done' done."
Duh.
Score another one for marital bliss.
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