Most people in my situation probably would not have resorted to the measures that I did (see picture above), but I am too obsessive compulsive (read: nuts), and I couldn’t let it go.
While I was 8 months pregnant, I noticed after coming home from work one day that the toilet paper in our bathroom was turned. Call me crazy, but you know that you have a TP preference (rolled under, or rolled over). I happen to prefer (require) rolled under. So when I found my Scott the other way, I took note. It couldn’t be my husband (who is trained on these sorts of things) because he was out of town doing a show. The only possibility was the dog walker. I let it go and chalked it up to baby brain–perhaps in a moment of forgetfulness I had accidentally loaded the paper the wrong way. (Highly unlikely that I would have forgotten such an ingrained practice, but pregnancy can really screw with you).
When I got home from work the following day, there it was again, mocking my need for order. Toilet paper rolled over. Now I knew it had to be the dog walker. But why?? Why did he turn my toilet paper? Why was he even using my bathroom? I told Adam about my discovery, and tried to move on (after turning the paper back to the way it belonged, of course).
For the next week, it became my new obsession. Every time I got home from work, even before taking my shoes off, I headed straight to the bathroom to see what I would find. Almost every time it was turned differently than how I had left it.
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Published by Lauren Spagnoletti