The Art of Compromise

I have been on my own since I was 21. Sole owner of the remote control. Food that I choose, whether I eat out or not, cleaning up on my schedule - hell anything on my schedule.

When you share your living space with someone else, I don't care how easy going you both are, there are bound to be conflicts.

I am working on the art of compromise. I am looking at the things that matter to me and are actually important to me, and letting the rest roll.

For example.

Toilet paper.

I know its a small detail. But in some ways its a large detail. I once lived with a man, many years ago, who insisted on Charmin double ply and also kept baby wipes. Please do not ask me why.

I grew up on scott tissue. 1000 sheets a roll. Single ply. Largely because of the type of septic system that we had living on the ocean.

But hey, I'm flexible.

The other night - at 1AM, my best friend called to say he was on his way home. After we hung up, I went back to what I was doing, which was changing out the toilet paper roll.

Oh hell.

I GROSSLY underestimated how much TP we still had in the linen closet ( As previously stated, I buy scott tissue but the 24 roll package).

I ran to the phone and called him back. I asked him to please stop and pick up more.

"Sure - no problem and by the way, from now on we will be getting 2-ply - OK?"

I stared at the phone.

I didn't expect the first round of compromise to be over toilet paper.

"Um. Sure - no problem - Thank you!!!! See you in a bit" I hung up.

He walked in 15 minutes later. TP in hand.

It's not bad. I feel like we go through a roll so much quicker but it's a small thing.

Our first major compromise.