When we first moved into this house two years ago, it made perfect sense to me to set up the bathroom so that I had the longer counter with the vanity cut out and to set up Wingnut with the shorter counter. After all, being a woman with all the beautifying products I use, shouldn't I have more counter space?
Apparently not. Now I do not mind in the least picking up after Wingnut. He isn't as organized as I am and clutter doesn't get under his skin like it does mine. He's a big picture kind of guy, whereas I notice all the little details. I don't mind clearing the long counter of his collective junk each day, but over the last two years his stuff just kept encroaching until I had literally no counter of my own to use. I had to put my makeup bag in the sink. Seriously.
Call me dense, but it took nearly two years for me to come up with a solution that was better than moving his pile over to his counter in a fit of passive/aggressiveness, of which I am not proud. The solution: switch counters, of course. Wingnut didn't really have a counter preference and he was perfectly good with my reorganization idea, as long as I carried it out myself. As I moved our things from one side to the other, I came to realize that the shorter vanity has wider drawers. Nice! Marital harmony has been renewed.
The long . . .
and short of it.