-- We both iron our own clothes
-- We both leave the toilet seat and lid down
-- We turn off lights
-- We're pretty good about not holding onto old clothes or shoes
Everyone has their own bad habits. These are individual issues that bother the snot out of everyone else, but are normal to only you. I like to shop. I crack my knuckles.
I don't know if this happens to you, but I have discovered bad habits at the oddest times. Like the time I realized that our house was full of stacks - that we were (are) stackers of things. Or the time I realized that we both eat really fast. I think that one was a habit I adapted to for Marc so that I didn't have to eat for an extra 15 minutes while he just stared at me because he was already done.
This week I had one of those times. I discovered a bad habit.
Maybe these bad habits are something our parents should have disciplined out of us: they let us get away with stacking, with biting our nails, with cracking our knuckles. Maybe it's just our way of adapting to our environment. Maybe we need psychoanalysis. Must be a coping mechanism for some traumatic event in our childhood or a metaphor for our relationship with our mothers.
I was straightening up the place before I headed to bed (a good habit I have that I learned from my mother), and stopped midstride and looked down at what I had in my hands: water bottles. I backtracked and realized I had been picking up only water bottles as I was tidying up.
I'm sorry if you're a dedicated environmentalist and are completely and utterly offended that we even use water bottles. We both have Nalgene bottles we use all the time.