After living together for a whopping 10 days, I'm already predicting what our two main points of contention will be:
1. doing dishes
2. hitting the snooze button
Dan
 and I have different philosophies when it comes to doing dishes. Thanks
 to my mother, I insist on putting dishes in the dishwasher as soon as 
I'm
 done eating (at least when I'm not living alone). With pots/other 
things that need to be hand washed (which in my book is only pots, and 
only if they don't fit in the dishwasher…), I fill them with water and 
soap and leave them, but always wash before I go
 to bed.  
Dan
 puts dishes somewhere in the vicinity of the sink...and normally washes
 everything within 24 hours. He doesn't like hand washing anything until
 he's got enough to make it worth filling up the sink with soap and 
water and doing some intense washing. I'm more of a squirt some dish 
soap on the sponge and scrub clean kind of person.
I
 think I'll just have to become more relaxed about dishes going in the 
dishwasher right away...as long as Dan doesn't expect me to be all 
super-dishwasher
 for the hand wash stuff. A sponge works just fine as far as I'm 
concerned.
The
 snooze button is another story. Dan is not a morning person, in any 
stretch of the imagination. If given his way, he'd probably sleep from 
like
 2am-noon every day. That obviously doesn't work with real life, 
especially with his job. His regular hours at Lewis are from 
7:30am-5:30pm Monday through Saturday. And he has to commute an hour to 
get there. That means leaving the apartment between 6:15 and
 6:30 depending on his first launch time. As I observed this morning, 
part of his morning routine involves sitting down for a couple of bowls 
of cereal while reading Time Magazine, which takes as long as it takes 
me to shower, if not longer.
I've
 managed to master getting out of the apartment in about 30 minutes in 
the morning. It involves not doing my hair whenever possible, picking 
out
 clothes the night before, packing my lunch the night before, and 
basically just having everything ready to go in the morning. I can count
 on one hand the number of times I've actually eaten breakfast at home, 
oatmeal in a coffee mug at work has totally replaced
 that. I don't have to be at work (at least during this rotation) really
 until 8:30 but I try to get in around 8 so I can leave closer to 4:30 
than 5. That means I get up around 7-a full 1.5 hours after Dan's phone 
doesn't just ring, but blares poor quality,
 very loud music at least three times over-and that's just the individual alarms, not counting the snooze buttons!
Since
 he's on summer hours now, it’s not quite as bad, but at some point 
we'll have to figure out a routine. He'll start his regular schedule 
next
 week, and I just can't deal with the early wake-up call, especially 
since I won't always be going to bed with him at 10:30 or 11. Dan is 
also allergic to the word routine, whereas I would marry my combined 
outlook-google calendar if I could figure out a way.
 
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