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I just went to the bathroom and it was fantastic. Why? Because the kids were in bed and I was all alone. For women there’s a whole evolution behind using the bathroom and I know that if I had the time, there’s a book topic in there, maybe. My personal history on the subject started much like everyone else’s- diapers, training pants, then big girl underwear. That’s where my story takes a wild turn. I wet my pants constantly so I was taken to a urologist who did all kinds of tests only to discover the lone problem was I couldn’t be bothered to stop what I was doing and use the bathroom. Twenty-five years and many close calls later, not much has changed in that respect. What has changed is now I have an audience whenever I race to the toilet. If I shut the door, I’m left with children howling outside, pounding at the door with my oldest yelling something like, “Mom, the baby just ate a rock.” I try to dismiss what he’s said, but then I think maybe this time he’s telling the truth so I throw open the door ready to run into the playroom, my pants down, only to find the baby is sitting quietly as a hanger-on to my bathroom entourage. So lately I’ve been leaving the door open with mixed results. While I can now pee without panic, I’ve left myself open to all sorts of questions, “Mom, why don’t you tinkle standing up?” or “Mom, how come it stinks?” Well, today my celestial sex partner almost walked in on our gathering, with me sitting bare-bottomed at the center of the potty convention. After eleven years he’s seen me in every imaginable state except one, using the bathroom. As newlyweds we agreed that we’d never watch the other use the bathroom and that’s a boundary that has never been crossed, which I hear is uncommon. So now I’m back to closing the door with the ensuing bedlam outside, but knowing that someday I’ll always be alone in my bathroom, well, at least until I need their help getting onto my throne when I can remind them there was a time that all they wanted to do was watch me go to the bathroom.
So, what’s the “peeing policy” between you and your CSP? If you have kids, do you too have to use the bathroom with the door open?
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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Our new home has a water closet, and 2 other bathrooms. The water closet is located in the master bath, and I think it is possibly the best invention ever. My husband and I can both be in the bathroom at once without either of us having to witness the other using the commode! As a matter of fact, my whole family can be in the master bathroom and the pottier can always have privacy!!! My children still prefer to crowd right in around me, and the cat prefers that as well, I could add. Since I am expecting, the focus of conversation during these times is either everyone wanting to feel my tummy while I attend to business, or, since my bottom parts are bare at the time, the need arises to converse about the process of birth and where the baby will emerge and how much blood might accompany his/her arrival...Such a treat...At least I have someone to make a t.p. run when I find that my hubby has used the last and not replaced the roll.
I must admit that my hubby and I are on the other part of that rule. But as for my sake I will say, once you are naked alone in a bathroom together anything goes. LOL. As for children, we have a 15 month old, so I have to use the rest room with the door open. I was thinking of how funny this was the other day! Now the question is how to take care of "women" stuff, discretly with an audience.
My son doesn't like privacy in the bathroom, he even tells us that. He wants us to know what's going on so he always has an audience (he's 4, so it's not that weird..)
I've seen my husband go one time and that was in an emergency situation when he was sick and I was in the shower, other than that we try and keep that part private! It's not so sexy!
DH and I hate potty time together. If the kids see I've shut it they practically burn the house down to test how fast I can run with my garmee's at my knees!
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