Here we go again. DH is off this week. I have to leave for work at 8:20. It's 7:16 and where is he? Parked in the downstairs (master) bathroom since 6:58. He put a new, larger toilet in there last year but has yet to replace the one upstairs, so he won't use that bathroom. I don't get dressed for work until after I've showered and done my hair and makeup. That means I have to gather clean loungewear to change into after taking a shower upstairs and hope that he hasn't stunk up our bathroom too much, making me wait to get ready. I fucking hate when he does this, and he knows it! As for why I don't have my things upstairs, that bathroom is way too small for all of my stuff and also has angled ceilings, so it's hard to do my hair.