Tuesday, July 31, 2007
(Believe me, it is no thrill, so don't all come at once.)
OK so that title is a little bit of a stretch. But I will say that this morning - not unlike pretty much any morning - I had to endure every member of our family, no matter what species, visiting me as I showered and got dressed.
The biggest issue is that here in California, builders don't necessarily believe in putting doors on the master bathroom. This allows you to see the fireplace or rock garden or fountain or whatever the hell else you have in the bathroom, because of course where else would those things be. Except at our house, we don't have any of those things, but also for some reason no door.
There is a door on the little claustrophobic toilet room, a door on the closet, and a door leading from the bedroom part to the hall. But no actual door between the bedroom and bathroom.
Our shower is also 100% glass.
So unless you are willing to shut the entire master suite off in order to take a shower (which as I type this does not sound that unreasonable but for some reason it kind of does in the morning), you risk the Public Viewing.
Becca was first. She wandered in with her hair sticking up every which-way, asking if she could shower with me. Anything involving water, she's up for. I usually let her because that way, I know she isn't doing science experiments on the cats.
After my lovely shower with Becca, as I was drying myself off, Sarah came in to ask me questions about the cupcakes that I made last night in a state of irrationality and packing and laundry and other domestic chores. Did she even bother to knock on the wall where a door might be? No. Because when Mom is naked, it's a perfect time to come talk about snacks.
I was at least in my underwear when Don came in. He actually had to use the bathroom. We do have 4 other toilets in the house. I guess certain toilets have a kind of good luck magic to them or something?
Gizmo was sleeping in the sink most of this time. My sink. Yes the one where I have to brush my teeth. Oakley was sleeping on my shirts. The dogs came into lap up any drippy bath water.
I'm at work now and I'm going to use the rest room. It is a public rest room and I will probably be the only one in there. Ah the irony.