There are some things that baffle me. Things that I never thought I’d understand. Things that are kinda nasty. One thing that fits in all those descriptions:
You know the kind where people go in with a pile of magazines, their iPad or crossword puzzles. The kind where people come out smelling because they’ve been in there so long. (Seriously, why do they want to soak up all that stench?)
I happen to be married to someone who loves to chill in the bathroom. He could go missing for 30 minutes. An hour. Its INSANE. What is going on in there?!?
I am blessed (or cursed?) to only have to go in there 1-2 times a week. My intestines are steel, lemme tell ya. Once I went 3.5 weeks and had to get prescription laxatives. Too much? Oh, okay. Moving on.
What dawned on me this week, is that no one messes with anyone while they’re in the bathroom. Its like an automatic private time. Which got me thinking. Why do I have to be actually pooping to have some peace and quiet?
Which is why I am sitting on the toilet right now.
I’m thinking those really fluffy toilet seat covers that my grandma has would help since I am sitting on the lid and all. The stank sucker-outer is drowning out any of the chaos going on outside the conveniently locked door. Its peaceful. So peaceful, that I don’t even care if the hubs thinks I suddenly have IBS. I’m going to give myself at least 30 minutes of toilet time a day. 30 stank free minutes with my laptop or iPad, or maybe even a box of chocolates.
Whatever I want. Its my toilet time.