I am a somewhat quirky person. I have a lot of “things”. You know, those “things” that make perfect sense to you but seem redonkulus to those around you? Yea, those “things”.
I’ve got ‘em.
By the basketful.
I’ve confessed some of my things in the past on this blog. Here for example.
But there are some that have remained a secret to this day.
Like the one I’m about to reveal.
I hate morning breath. Okay, I’m sure we all hate morning breath. If anyone loves morning breath, you’d probably all agree that that person is even more quirky than I.
But, I really really really hate morning breath.
So much so that for as long as I can remember, if I wake up in the night to pee or something, I have trouble falling back to sleep if I can taste, less than fresh breath, shall we say.
Now, with my newfound lifestyle, I tend to
wake up be woken up multiple times a night.
And so I brush my teeth. Again and again and again.
Even when Eva was sleeping in our room and feeding her required simply pulling her into our bed and then placing her back in her bassinet, I often found myself sleepily staggering through our house to the bathroom to brush my teeth before I fell back asleep.
Weird? Maybe. But I guess I just like my teeth clean. The only problem is, now we have to spend our life savings on toothpaste.