Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Where One Door Opens

There's a saying, popularized by a last century Chicago song, that goes, "You don't know what you got until it's gone and I found out just a little too late."

That's the song I've been singing every morning in the shower as Child  #2 wanders in and out of my open plan bathroom.

A door.

I really underestimated the importance of a door!

Our new house is the antidote to our old one. Where, it was old and respectable, this one is newer and modern. Lots of levels, lots of stairs, lots of fun. From outside it kinda looks like a ship.

I love everything about it, except the fact that there is no door to my bathroom.

When I say no door, I don't mean a doorframe space where a door has been removed. I mean a great big open space where bedroom melds into bathroom when you walk around the corner.

Have I mentioned my son likes to talk?

Saying he likes to talk is an understatement, sort of like saying fish enjoy water. My early morning shower time has become his captive audience time. This morning's pre-coffee conversations went like this.

"So, I breeded a Nose Breather and a Funky Monkey and if you had to guess would you say I got Smelly Feet or a T-rexasaurus?"

"It's bred and could you please give me some privacy."

"I am giving you privacy! My back is to you."

"I need you to leave the room!"

"How do you define the room?"

"Where the floors change color. Leave! Now!!"

"How about if I stand at the edge of where the floors change colors so you can still hear me?"

The indignity of my less-than-private shower is compounded by the cheerful chatter that awaits me the minute I step out of the shower.

"Do you think gummy worms contain any vitamins? If you had to pick a number that looks the most like you, what would it be? No really, Mom, you're just saying a number and not thinking about one that looks like you."

This morning, in a weak moment, I sent him back upstairs to see what his sister was doing.

Two minutes later I, along with everyone else in the neighborhood, heard her shriek, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Followed by the loud bang of a door.

I know I should feel bad about playing one child against the other, and I really would if only I wasn't so jealous of their doors!

18 comments:

Connie J Jasperson said...

I feel your pain! I lived in a house with no doors once too! This too shall pass...when you come back to Portlandia....

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Couldn't handle that. I'd lock my bedroom door.

Beylit said...

We had doors to every room in the house when I was little but it never really stopped me from following my mom around. My brother was never a problem because he would have always rather been in his room reading than talking to anyone. I am sure I drove my mother crazy.

ilima said...

Oh my gosh this is my master suite too. My husband can't stand it and I have to constantly tell the kids to get out and give me privacy. Haha.

~Sia McKye~ said...

Ah, the endless questions and a stream of questions in the early morning is another thing that doesn't go well with me, lol! I need time to pull myself together and put on my face the day persona. Privacy is not something I can give up even for a beloved child. I'd also lock the bedroom door or, if there isn't a lock, let them know that when the bedroom door is closed it means no admittance (that's one rule that stands firm in our house for various reasons).

Sia McKye Over Coffee

D.G. Hudson said...

I need doors too, a moment of privacy when kids are about is a moment of serenity.

But, come to think of it, I may have followed my mom around too and talked through doors. I may have been one of those kids. . .oh well.

Marjorie DeLuca said...

When i was a kid and mad at my parents I used to swear at their door once it was shut. Good job they had one!

Rachel Shields said...

Hilarious! I can so picture it - the conversation, not you in the shower :-)...

Our song here would be "The Sound of Silence"

Joanne Noragon said...

I used to play a game in the car with my girls. Especially on the way home from visiting. As follows:

Whoever talks first loses.

The prizes for losing were enormous. A whole week of dishes, for instance, instead of trading off.

Around the ages of nine and eleven they put their heads together and said "We don't care!"

But it was good while it lasted.

L. Diane Wolfe said...

That would drive me bonkers. Bad enough my cat chatters at me while I'm in the shower.

Emily R. King said...

I can't wait for the day when I can be in the bathroom with the door shut! I think all my kids will have to be out of the toddler stage first. *Sigh*

Donna Hole said...

"MOM! MOM! MOM!"

"But I want you (wah)"

Doors don't help Johanna, they just muffle the sound.

.....dhole

Annalisa Crawford said...

Ah, the priceless chatter of kids. I have a talker too, but I'm not sure how I'd cope without a door!! Sometimes a silent shower is perfect.

LA Cloutier said...

I love when little kids are so inquisitive. My son was like that too.
I found that out talking them sometimes works for about 20 minutes.
I couldn't live without the bathroom door though.

Julie Flanders said...

This totally cracked me up! When I read the first part with the line from the song I was expecting something solemn and touching. This was classic. :D

A Beer For The Shower said...

No door? I don't care if I had to build one myself, and construct an entire wall out of plaster - I would MAKE a door. Bathroom privacy is sacred.

Pk Hrezo said...

Oh man I feel your pain. Our master bedroom melds into the bathroom, except for the toilet. But I hate it.
You can always hang beads, tho, right? :)

Cathy Olliffe-Webster said...

Oh no!!!!!!! You need to figure out a way to keep the kidlets out! (Yeah, I know, good luck with that.)

And hey! I took your advice and have started watching House of Cards. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!