What “Time” Did You Say?

One might think that a closed – and locked - bathroom door would be enough to deter conversation. 

But if one thought that, then one probably doesn’t have children.

Last night after dinner I took a shower.  Washed my hair.  Shaved my legs.  Normal stuff.  Hot water.  Peace and quiet, save for the sound of water pounding in the shower.  Ahhhh.

But, of course, that didn’t last long.

I heard a small-person voice outside the door.

“Mumble mumble mumble Mom mumble mumble mumble?”

Or that’s what it sounded like, anyway.

“Julia?”

“YEAH?  MOM?  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“I’M TAKING A SHOWER – I’LL BE OUT IN A FEW MINUTES – I’LL TALK TO YOU THEN.”

"MOM?  WHEN YOU GET OUT OF THE SHOWER, CAN WE MUMBLE MUMBLE MUMBLE EEEER TIME?”

sigh

“WHAT?”

“WHEN YOU GET OUT OF THE SHOWER, CAN WE HAVE BEER TIME?”

“WHAT?  BEER TIME???”  (???) (Oh, I dread her teen years already.)

“NO!  BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER TIME!”

“JULIA, JUST WAIT A MINUTE, UNTIL I’M OUT OF THE SHOWER!  I CAN’T HEAR YOU”

“MOM!  WHEN YOU GET OUT OF THE SHOWER, CAN WE HAVE ‘DROP EVERYTHING AND READ’ TIME?”

dropeverythingandreadtime

DropEverythingAndRead time

DEAR time.

ah

“SURE WE CAN, JULIA!  JUST WAIT A FEW MINUTES AND I’LL BE OUT.”

“OKAY!  I’LL GO GET A BOOK!”

Okay.  You do that.

I’ll try to enjoy the peace and quiet.

Comments

[kathi]

Haha! I'm finding that even as they get older, they still hunt you down in the bathroom, or when you're in the middle of changing clothes. Even when I lock myself in the bathroom or my bedroom to have a phone conversation they're slipping notes under the door. Giggling the entire time, of course. And, don't get me started on the dog. He's just as bad.