It's a good thing I'm a simple man, especially when it comes to needing space. I remember when I first got married and we had to share a tiny bathroom. About 3 days into that, I took my stuff to the kitchen sink. There was only so many times I could maneuver around 56 womanly things to get to a stick of deodorant. I say this with absolute sincerity, my wife's beauty supplies outnumber my bathroom stuff by about 445 to 4. You give me a toothbrush, some paste for that, a razor, some deodorant, and I'm good to go.
You think I would have learned as a young dude. I shared a house overflowing with womanly things and womanly moods. Between my mom and two older sisters, I was taught what to say and when to get the hell out of the way. Knowing certain days of the month was marked on my calendar (as if I needed a reminder). I was well trained, to say the least.
However, I never had to share a bathroom with my sisters. Of course, I was quickly taught the toilet seat rule, but I wasn't quite prepped for the hundreds of beauty supplies. I mean really, you ladies get a little extreme with the cream. There must be a lotion for every portion of your body. And don't get me started with the spray. Or the cotton products. Or the gadgets that get hot. Or the things that pull, pluck, and powder. I mean, really?
After 9 years of marriage, maybe the most important thing I've learned is to have your own space. I will NEVER share another bathroom or closet with my wife. EVER! I love her more than anything, but I don't love that look she gives when I'm invading her "getting ready"space.