At my house, my husband is the king. He even has a throne to sit on, which he does, alone. I, being the queen, have a throne as well and would prefer the same royal luxuries of peace and privacy in those moments of need, but am not afforded them. This may be for a few different reasons. First, the light in my water closet used to have a short in it and would often not work, so the door had to be left invitingly open for occupants to be able to navigate the facilities. Second, the door handle on my water closet became an object of fascination during the visits of my entourage, as a swing for entertaining the masses, on our collective visits, and eventually fell completely off (I guess I should have added that one to the TO DO list a long time ago). Third, I am the mom, and apparently there is some unwritten, but engrained rule in the minds of children—young and old—that says moms cannot attend to bathroom needs alone. Well, lately, despite the fact that she is the ULTIMATE helper who immediately upon realizing that I am heading to the restroom, regardless of my reason, rushes ahead of me to open the door, turn on the light, and lift the lid, (plus she now checks for TP because the boys in my house have no idea how to look where we keep the extra TP, they just choose to steal the roll from my restroom to replace theirs) I have been trying to teach Jil that privacy means that I don’t need her assistance in the restroom. This has not been an easily broken habit for her. She is reluctant to relinquish my private time to my possibly incapable hands. I hope this writing was not TMI for you, because all of this is very humorous for me, and even more so for those around Jil and me who hear the pleasant, but slightly heated, discussions of, “No, Jil, I do not need you to help me.” and “Yes, Jil, I have enough toilet paper!” and “Thank you, Jil, for your advice, but I’ve been doing all of this on my own for a while now!” Anyway, after saying all of that, I had to share the attached photos with you for your enjoyment. No, these were not ‘action’ photos; knowing what she’s been doing to pacify her need to be with me in the restroom since we’ve been working on this, I knew what her actions would be, so I faked a trip to the privacy area with my phone and snapped these for you. The first pic is of her hand, reaching through the hole where the door handle once was (before 4 boys became a part of our family), as she is asking me to “Just hold my hand, Mimi! Please?” The second pic is of her peeping through the handle area to “Let me see you, Mimi! Are you okay in there? What are you doing?” Honestly, I tell you this with a big smile on my face. I’m not complaining at all! In the words of a wonderful country song, welcome to my ‘crazy, tragic, almost magic, awful, beautiful life!’ I wouldn’t trade a moment for anything! :)
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 01:47:54 +0000