Planned bedtime

I live with 3 guys. I enjoy it and much prefer it to living with 3 girls (no offence to 203). There is less drama and a lot less fuss, but there are some trade offs.

First of all, I take pride in my appearance...sometimes, most times, whatever. When I lived with girls, I didn't care who saw me without makeup/hair done etc, because they lived the same struggle as me. Night time was when the monsters came out. But living here, I always feel like guys are some superficial being with the IQ of a toaster. Of course they know we wear makeup. Of course they can probably predict what I look like without makeup - I am not Pamela Anderson, no one could predict that mess. But somehow this misconception of men's understanding has led me to planning my bedtime routines. When do I shower? When do I remove makeup? When does my hair get washed? When is it necessary to wear a bra? When do I really NEED to get out of my pjs? In 203, I remember a period of time where the girls and I wore pajamas all day, every day unless we absolutely had to change (which usually meant we were going some place fancier than a mall, because knowing us we were still in comfy clothes there too). Basically we could be the biggest dirt squirrels on the planet and none of the opposite sex/interested sex would know, because when we wanted to lure them in, we sorted ourselves out.
In my current situation, I leave my make up on as long as possible which is a change for me. I used to come home from work (around 6) and immediately take out my contacts and off came the makeup. Now, it's burning onto my skull until I know I can no longer keep my eyes open. Why, you might ask, do I need it on? Well...if anyone were to knock on my door, then I would need to look respectable. And in case you were wondering, no one ever does. That is, knock/come home when my makeup is on. The exact moment that they do is always approximately 7 minutes after I have removed all disguises. This leads me to hiding in my room, with the lights off, and headphones in. Great, that's healthy...not.

I also plan my shower routine, which usually involves lurking into the stall around 4:00 pm (when I get home now because I live so close to work) so that no one is around when I skulk back to my room with  my drowned rat hair. Who showers in the afternoon? Manual labourers and kindergardeners, is who.

It is a small price to pay for a drama-free and very entertaining household. So I will continue to linger like a cave troll during late nights. I am excited for my cousin Meg to join us soon and experience what I do. Hopefully united we will stand and stay in comfy clothes as long as we want! Huzzah!