I did it. For the first time in nearly eight years, I decided I needed, nay, deserved, a few minutes alone, and I LOCKED the bathroom door while I took a shower. What is it about my weekly (yes) shower that brings about such urgent issues as a lost tap shoe, a dead bug under the couch, or a strange cat walking across our front yard? Especially when there is a non-showering adult in the next room that can surely handle any and all of these "emergencies?" I just needed to rest my brain - and my vocal chords - for five minutes, and guess what? The house didn't burn down. The family was just as I left them, picking out PJs and bedtime books. And the world kept spinning round and round. So don't judge.
In addition, all is really right in T-Bone's little corner of the world as he is the proud owner of brand new Big Ass TV, AND we met a real live NASA physicist this weekend who promised to take us on a behind-the-scenes tour the next time we're in Houston. She's a real uppity-up over there and has all kinds of security clearance, so they spent the better part of Saturday talking missions past and future, trajectories, and, of course, space diapers. He had a ball and was really glad I dragged him to spend a day in the country with my crazy ass family.
So just look at me and T-Bone, doing it for ourselves up in this mutha.
1 comment:
You go girl. Seriously. Twelve years ago we put in a shower with two shower heads because I was so friggin' tired of having my shower invaded and being left in the cold air.
You know what? They don't grow out of it. In ten years they will STILL be bangin' on the door if it's locked. If not, they'll come on in to talk -- regardless of whether you're in the shower or going big tiger. It's annoying as hell.
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