T.T.B.

Throughout our marriage we have had arguments about the toilet. Mostly, when to use it. Rob suffers from T.B. (Tiny Bladder) as well as the need to have everylittlethinginorder before he leaves the house. A trip out the door for us is usually preceded by the following conversation.

W: "Rob we have to leave in 10 minutes."

R: "Okay, I'm ready to go right now."

9 minutes pass

W: "Rob we have to leave in 1 minute."

R: "Okay, I'm ready to go right now."

I get my stuff together and sit on the couch.

W: "Rob, it's time to walk out the door."

R: "Okay, let me just go to the bathroom."

He enters the bathroom and doesn't come out for 5 minutes. There is peeing, nose blowing, eye washing and the brushing of the teeth.

W: "I thought you were ready to go."

R: "I was, but I have to go to the bathroom right before we leave cause I have T.B."

I commence eye rolling and sighing and grumbling.


Well, I believe the playing field has been levelled.

At this point in the pregnancy I may have to fight him for the last pee. Because I am suffering from T.T.B. (Teeny Tiny Bladder).

I seriously doubt we'll ever get out the door now!

We will be caught in this endless cycle of each of us having to pee right before we walk out the door (we only have one bathroom).