Is it just me or do moms have very little privacy? I swear every time I go to the bathroom or the bedroom to change they always have something to say to me or ask me. Let me knock on the door while they are changing and they scream "I'm changing!" Everything is so urgent and can't wait until I come out. When do they grow out of that? My teenager still to this day comes and talks to me through the bathroom door. Even the cat and dog seem to have a problem with me going into a room and closing the door. When I'm in the bathroom the cat for some unknown reason pushes the door open and comes in. Mr. Max won't come in the bathroom though, he's probably afraid someone will give him a bath if he does. But, the dog jumps on the bedroom door and opens it when the door is shut. I was in my room changing today, standing there practically naked and here comes the dog and pushes the door open and flops down on the bed. He has even done that when my husband and I were in the bedroom having a little fun. Then all of sudden here comes the dog bursting through the door and stands next to bed staring at us or goes over and lays down on the floor. Talk about no ruining the moment. Did the animals learn that from the kids? Maybe some day I will get my privacy back, but until then there's no privacy around here.
Friday, February 4, 2011
No Privacy
Is it just me or do moms have very little privacy? I swear every time I go to the bathroom or the bedroom to change they always have something to say to me or ask me. Let me knock on the door while they are changing and they scream "I'm changing!" Everything is so urgent and can't wait until I come out. When do they grow out of that? My teenager still to this day comes and talks to me through the bathroom door. Even the cat and dog seem to have a problem with me going into a room and closing the door. When I'm in the bathroom the cat for some unknown reason pushes the door open and comes in. Mr. Max won't come in the bathroom though, he's probably afraid someone will give him a bath if he does. But, the dog jumps on the bedroom door and opens it when the door is shut. I was in my room changing today, standing there practically naked and here comes the dog and pushes the door open and flops down on the bed. He has even done that when my husband and I were in the bedroom having a little fun. Then all of sudden here comes the dog bursting through the door and stands next to bed staring at us or goes over and lays down on the floor. Talk about no ruining the moment. Did the animals learn that from the kids? Maybe some day I will get my privacy back, but until then there's no privacy around here.
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I understand!! I have two toddlers wailing and pounding on the bathroom door every time I have to go. Its soo annoying. At least I know not to expect it to change for the next 17 years...*sigh*
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ReplyDeleteHAHAHA! Speak it!
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog!!! And following!! I am a Mrs.E too!! My twitter name is StephaE (and twitter friends with Mummahh Ali above me!! LOL)! Ever since I got married I feel like I have not had any privacy! The door is always opened no matter what...but now that I do have a baby I am sure that I will soon be the one trying to pee with a baby trying to climb me at the same time!
ReplyDeleteLOl, Mrs. E. As soon as your baby stalks crawling it's all over. Thanks for stopping by, I enjoy the comments.
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ReplyDeleteMy father always used to sit on the "throne" with the door wide open. The problem was (as if that wasn't bad enough) was that the bathroom was at the end of a long hallway which started at the top of the stairs. So, upon immediately getting to the the 2nd floor, we children children were greeted by the sight of the "Great Oz" taking his constitutional while reading the Bridgeport Post. There is one funny memory about it, though: one day, while flicking his cigarette ash into the bowl (yeah, he was a charmer), Dad set his pubes on fire.
Yes, these are the things of which childhood memories are made. Who needs the Waltons?
Gotta love being a mom! Best thing I ever did, but I do miss my privacy lol. Thanks for visiting my blog. Gladly following you back! :)
ReplyDeleteLMAO. Too funny Al. Thank God, my father shut the door. I probably would have laughed my ass off.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that right?! All privacy goes out the window when you get pregnant.
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