Settling In
’ve got a question for my internet friends. It follows an exchange that transpired between AdoringHusband and me last weekend:
“AdoringHusband, where are you?” I yelled expectantly into the stairwell, “I’ve got something that I need for you to do.”
“Aww, I’m in the bathroom,” he whined. “I just got settled in on the toilet!”
“Settled in?! What are you doing in there? Enjoying dinner and a show?”
“I’m settled in. Can’t a man be settled in on the toilet?”
“But why would a man settle in on the toilet as opposed to any normal place that a person would settle in? A toilet is one of those sit-on-and-get-off type of appliances, not a place to get all snuggly with a book and cocoa!”
“I’m not listening…the bathroom door is closing,” he said before swinging the door shut again.
“Well, I’m going to ask my blog friends about this settling in on the toilet behavior!,” I proclaimed.
“Go ahead,” he said from behind the door, “as long as that will get me a few more minutes of peace on the damn toilet.”
So my friends, what do you think about this “settling in on the toilet?” Is settling in something one normally does when one sits on the toilet? I’m not so sure…
It’s a Jewish Guy thing. My grandfather did it, my father did it, my husband does it.
My husband doesn’t call it “settling in” but it might as well be. When we built our house a few years ago, we had an intercom system installed. I fought to NOT get an intercom* in our master bathroom because I was afraid with it there we’d never see the man again. If he could ask you over the intercom “what’s for dinner?” or “Has my show started yet?” - what could possibly be his incentive for getting out of there? I think this is a male thing - female see it as a get in and get out mission - men see it as a rest area where they know they’ll be left alone.**
*A telephone jack and an outlet he could plug his laptop into was not allowed within toilet reaching distance either!
**Apparently men also do this at work - My husband tells me all the time he was in the bathroom talking to someone. Not just like “hey Bob is that you?” - complete conversations. In the can. At work. While taking a dump.
I think it’s a guy thing in general. In my Episcopalian family growing up, we called it “The Library”. And now my husband has a weird quirk that he can’t read a book around other people (?!), so he retreats to the bathroom to do his stuff and read. Really. So…”The Library” it is.
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There is no settling in this house.
But that did make me laugh
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“Settling in” may be what it is, but I’ve never heard it called that. And for the record, I too enjoy a good book while doing the dumping deed.
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Sounds sooooo familiar. DH has never called it “settling in”, but he might as well. He doesn’t read a thing unless he’s on the “can”. Personally, I’d rather do my biz and read in a comfy chair.
He’s also been know to take is “breaks” in there at work to get away from his office. He’s also fallen asleep in there once or twice.
Men! Gotta love ‘em….I guess.
Well in my household we don’t call it anything but my husband and I both read in the throne room.
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Oh yeah, this is definitely something my husband does. I’m a get in, get out kind of girl myself, but I think he listened to Obama’s ENTIRE speech (on his iPod) while on the toilet. That makes my butt hurt just thinking about it!
We both read in the bathroom. When S was little, I’d used the “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom” excuse to get a few minutes to myself and read. But I’ve always read in he bathroom.
It’s reversed in my house. My husband is the in-and-outer. He spends 10 minutes max in the bathroom every day. Most of that the time he doesn’t bother to turn on the light, and brushes his teeth in the dark.
I’m the one who likes to “settle in” with a cup of coffee or tea and a magazine or book.
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Well, I’m the one who takes the book in. But I don’t want to stay. If I don’t have a book, I’ll read the back of the soap dispenser. I just want something to distract me, becuase for some reason I get more “productive” that way. Erg, probably TMI.
Anyway, my husband is an in-and-out kind of guy. He spends all of about 1 minute in there, and then comes out to brag about it becuase he knows I have to coax my body into the right response. Dope…
My husband does it ALL THE TIME!!!! I’m on and off. He gets in there and it’s like he’s reading War and Peace! He even has candles and matches and stuff!!!! That’s why I love it that we have two bathrooms finally!
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