Case of the missing Toothbrush
Help a mommy out…please!
Notice anything strange about this picture? I mean other than the retainers that a thirty-something mom wears every night like a teenager prompting the hubs to giggle like a high school boy everytime I have to take them out to give him a big smooch goodnight. Come on…look close…anything missing from this shot?
Where the HELL is my toothbrush?????
I’m not sure which commandment says that the second you become a mother you need to surrender anything that is yours. If you have kids then you probably know that nothing is your own anymore, not your french fries, not the book or magazine you’re reading, not your blanket, not the TV show you’re watching, certainly not your ice cream and apparantly…not even your toothbrush.
Now this is not another instance of my kids taking my stuff. Which, I admit, I have begun to get used to. As much as it pains me to surrender my last spoonful of Light Jamoca Almond Fudge with whip cream to eager little faces, my thighs appreciate it. Though I never get to eat a meal in peace I try to promote their little fingers reaching in to try things on my plate like brie or salad or even spinach. Especially Brady, we call him the seagull, he’s like the birds at the beach who reach for your sandwich when you turn away for a second and scurry off with anything and everything he can grab. But if you read this blog you already know what a menace he is…
This however is not another swift move by the seagull, it’s not another case of detective Keegan hiding some brush of mine on his make believe mystery case. It’s not even a case of the little man Coop just looking for something to chew on because he’s teething. No, no, no…
This is much more devious…
This is the work of an adult…
Who should know better…
Who has alternatives at his disposal…
This has the hubs written all over it!
How do I know you ask?
Because I have been fighting this battle for more than a decade…
and I’m no closer to winning the war.
See? 
This has been happening forever. I kind of feel like my toothbrush is sacred. You know? I mean you’re scraping food and plaque off your teeth, kinda gross. I don’t want to share anyone else’s used food or plaque…even my adorable hubs…
But he seems to not have issue with this and if he can’t find his toothbrush at arm’s reach, he’ll use mine. My sink is closer to the shower where he usually brushes his teeth. So everytime he takes my toothbrush, I open a new clean one…
Hence we have millions of toothbrushes AND NONE THAT I CAN USE!!! Because he takes them all into the shower and then at night, instead of taking the extra step into the shower to remove the 900 toothbrushes he has brought in there, he will take the brand spanking new toothbrush that I just opened, and used, from my sink and now we begin the vicious circle all over again!!!!
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I mean really?
Any thoughts?
Oh, I love it….my problem is the kiddos. They take my toothbrush. They have fifty million open toothbrushes and they like to take mine and do who knows what with it….so I end up using hubby’s. At least I know where his has been….
HI-LARIOUS! It is so funny what those hubbies do. Sometimes I wonder who is more toddler-like my 3.5 year old or my husband! I so hear you on the toothbrush thing.
I have the SAME problem! Apparently my husband cannot comprehend how GROSS it is to use someone else’s toothbrush! Once I know he has used it…all I can think of is what is in between his teeth…YUCK!
Your boys are small and I almost hate to tell you this…but I too am the mother of 3 boys and one daughter…take it from me…HIDE YOUR TOOTHBRUSH!
When your children get older…like mine are now…you are going to begin hearing things that they did when they were younger. Things you had NO CLUE they were up to. Things they have eaten, things they have done, things they dared each other to do. I will spare you the details…just take it from me…hide your toothbrush!
Alex, Hi! Thank you for visiting me today. I thought I would stop in and see you too. And I’m glad I did! I read your funny toothbrush story. I was out for lunch with a friend today (yes, again- different friend- and I was in your shoes at one time!) and she we were discussing our outlooks and attitudes. She said that our husbands ( just using them as an example- poor dears!) make us happy 80% of the time. Then there is the 20% that can drive us crazy. But we can choose to give our attention to the 80% or the 20% and that will color our attitude and how our husbands react to us. Very interesting! I know from your story that the toothbrush story is just for fun and I am sure you look at the 80%. I just thought I would share. I thought the same is true for our families, friends, church, organizations etc.
Also- I watched your breakfast cookie recipe video- oh my! It was darling!!!! How long did it take you to do that? And the foodnetwork should get ahold of you! I had so much fun watching! I’ll be back for another visit. So happpy to meet you.
Yvonne
Hi, Came over here from SITS.
That was a funny story. Makes me grateful my husband is even more persnickety than I.
I came over to thank you for visiting my site & I am glad that I did!! I am so excited to check out your recipes!
Love youe toothbrush story. It is so true that when you are a Mommy you have to share everything, but I didn’t read the rules about needing to share your toothbrush with your husband!!
This is why I bought 15 brushes when they were in the clearance rack. Stopping by from SITS!
That is hilarious! I don’t like to share my toothbrush- gross. But, the first time that Hubs and I went away together- I forgot my toothbrush. And when I asked to use his, he said, no that’s gross, I couldn’t put his toothbrush in my mouth. I probably shouldn’t tell you my response, b/c it’s dirty, but let’s just say I won that one and got to use his toothbrush.
I saw you mentioned Vampire Diaries on SITS. I didn’t see this week’s- I need to watch it online, but I loved the books back when they came out in the early 90s!
Heh, I can’t talk seeing as how right now my husband and I are sharing one toothbrush because we’re too lazy to go out and buy a second head for the electric base.
Unfortunately this is a long-standing family issue…literally, I kept my toothbrush in my bedroom growing up because no one had toothbrush boundaries and used whichever one they felt like it.I kept it in my top bureau drawer because if they came in your room and saw it, they would take it. Or even more gross, my dads version of cleaning was filling a cup with hot water and letting the brushes soak together…grossest thing ever..ever.
First of all, so with you on the seagulls (a.k.a.-kids). Toot has been swiping from my plate lately and I would be mad if she wasn’t heading for the veggies. lol
Not sure about what to tell you about hubby’s habit (which is hilarious BTW, lol). Maybe put some of that sour apple stuff on yours and let him get a taste of horror? lol
Good luck and Happy SITS Saturday Sharefest!
WTH? Hubs uses any ol’ toothbrush?!? I’m acking all over the place here. I’m one of those weirdos that can’t even drink off the same glass or bottle as anyone, let alone swap plaque! LMAO.
But, yeah…I really can relate to having to share most everything after becoming a mother. Especially w/my daughter…clothes, makeup and whatever else she scarfs.
Sorry for giggling!! I think you should hide yours!! Stick it in your tampon box or something??? Hugs!
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I wish I had an answer for you but thanks for the laugh today
Can’t wait to come back and read some more
don’t even get me started on toothbrushes. too late… my kids are (the littles) are goiung through this stage where they cghange who ’s toothbrush they are next to, several times a day. I don’t want their god knows where they’ve been hands on my toothbrush- or even their bristles for that matter. >sigh<
Ewww, ewwww, ewwww! that gave me the heebie-jeebies! I can’t stand for someone else to use my toothbrush. Funny story, though
Thanks for stopping by my blog
How’s that Bonzai morning routine coming along 
Thanks for shedding light on this problem.
Very, very funny.
I laughed. I cried. Oy Vey.
Next time, put some vinegar or epsom salt on the toothbrush…
Tee Hee.