Lucky, lucky me, I'm off work till mid-August. I'm so happy, happy, happy! The gift of leisure time is huge, and one that I appreciate every moment of every day during this time of year. In addition to the gift of spare time I'm basquing in, I also find myself being able to...get ready for it...all my teacher buds will understand...go to the bathroom whenever the urge strikes. Each summer I find myself reflecting on how this activity has changed over the years. Seriously I can't really remember going to the bathroom before I had children. I mean, surely I went, of course I went, but it wasn't really a thing. All that changed about 17 years ago.
Yes, the big guy entered my life and going to the bathroom has never been the same. Quite suddenly, I had company everywhere I went, and, seemingly, especially in the bathroom. I remember quietly tip-toeing into the bathroom only to have my moment disrupted by crying, yelling, and later a wee one just coming right on in...and even crawling up onto my lap! Then this cycle repeated three-and-a-half years later when little guy came along. Don't get me wrong, I loved every second of it. It's just that it was a change. Now that my kids are 13 and 17 they decidedly do not enter the bathroom if I'm using it, rather they act appalled that I would even have a need for such a thing that has interrupted whatever their current preening needs happen to be.
Lucky for me, though, I've never had a gap in loving interruptions. When my kids faded their invasions, my pets picked up the slack...a caress on my legs from my cat, an opening nudge on the door and a shaggy black face or a white one full of curls coming on in and giving me a lean-in hug and a request for some scratchin'.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure if I found myself alone in my bathroom at home, I'd have serious abandonment issues.