*******TMI ALERT****** I say the word poop in this post.
They never tell you that the amount of privacy you think you need will dwindle down to almost nothing.
What I am about to tell you is true and I ask that you not judge me to harshly because I am appalled at my actions:
Husband got home from work, announced that he had to poop.
Honestly, not strange in my house.
Not only did he not shut the door, but we had a full fledged conversation about our days and acted like this is totally normal and happens in every household.
Then, about 30 min later, I had to poop and I didn't shut door and I recapped a miniseries that ended on Sunday.
WHEN DID IT BECOME OK IN MY HOUSE TO TALK TO YOUR SPOUSE WHILE POOPING!?!?!?!?
I am ashamed.
I miss the mystery (if you can call it that, I was never that curious) of what happens behind closed doors.