03 Mar Privacy doesn’t exist anymore, and watching my husband mentally process this new fact is hilarious.

Is it wrong of me that I internally laugh till I can’t breathe when Pi barges into the bathroom door while my husband is trying to take a crap? Because I do. It’s so satisfying to have my dude experience just a taste of my new life. Interruptions of these sort are oh so commonplace nowadays, and when it happens to my husband on rare occasion, he can’t handle the intrusion of privacy and gets kinda flustered. It’s a hoot.

Oh and while on the subject of bathroom interuptions, the other day during another one of my husband’s potty breaks, my son put his hand in the toilet …the toilet WATER mind you…while my husband was peeing. How that managed to happen baffles my mind. You couldn’t stop peeing to prevent such an event from occuring?

“It all happened so fast”, he said.

Yes, you saw his mini hand approaching the germ-laden bowl, and you thought he was just gonna what, hover it ever so closely over the pee lake and then raise his hand and continue on his merry way?  Granted, our son is a speedy ninja, I’ll give you that, but I still dont see how this was possible.

“I can’t stop peeing once I start”, he said.

Oh really? So I’m super human for being able to stop peeing OR POOPING, yes pooping, to fetch my child from danger?

“Men can’t stop peeing, it’s different”.

I wanted to be a urologist oh so bad at that moment, but alas im just a stay at home mom who can STOP PEEING TO PREVENT MY SON FROM TOUCHING PEE!