If you are a stay at home parent, you are probably aware there is no such thing as privacy any more. The situation was bad in my house. The kids have a built in radar sensing the moment my jeans are being unbuttoned. It doesn’t matter if it’s to go to the bathroom, take a shower or just slip into something a bit more frumpy, but oh so comfortable, those kids know they have secret instructions to barge in on me.
Charlie, my four year old, has learned to knock on doors. The problem is, she stands outside the door and asks if I’m done yet, can she come in, why won’t I hurry, I need you, the dog is fighting the cat.
I keep hoping to come out and find some amazing boxing match going on between the two animals. Instead the cat yowls at the dog because the dog is following the cat too close.
In other words, my amount of privacy includes the ability to do something behind a closed door, but not always alone.
Today, I thought I was in for a treat. Both girls were down for their naps and my husband was at work. I might be able to sneak a gloriously, coveted hot shower.
I grabbed my towel, turned on the water, turned around and the cat was standing next to me. He looked up at me and yelled. Yes, my cat is Siamese and he doesn’t talk to me, he tells me off with every conversation.
I shooed him out of the bathroom, closed the door to make sure it latched. You know how animals have this uncanny ability to use their nose to push the door open to make sure you are still alive? They check on you as though they are opening a refrigerator when they already know has nothing they want inside…over and over and over again.
Kids asleep. Cat shooed out of bathroom. Hot water ready to go. This is it! An amazingly private moment with no one to interrupt. Then I hear it. I swore it was a horrible Jerry Lewis impersonator making some sort of comedic interjections outside my door.
No, it was the cat.
He was yowling like I’d never heard before. Then he started pounding on the door. Knock after knock, I think he was using all four paws, his tail and his head. With all his might, he was determined to get in that room and give me a piece of his mind. I held strong. Among all the noise, I still got in the shower. I was going to enjoy this moment, I felt I earned it.
The racket continued for the duration of my shower, and into the drying off phase. I finally opened the door and gave the dirtiest look to the cat. He simply stepped back, gave me one last chirp to spite me, and merrily pranced away as though he completed a job well done.
Me, on the other hand, I’m still trying to carve away a little bit of privacy.
Do you struggle finding privacy with kids and pets? Share your story in the comments.
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