Efficiency and its effects upon personal standards
Sometimes, in the interest of time, you just have to let things go. If there’s one thing that skeeves me out it’s food or drink of any sort in the restroom. Not havin’ it. I even hate to bring a drink with a lid into the potty with me. And you will never catch me eating in there. Never. (I just threw up a little on my keyboard!) So you know that when I say Colette was allowed to go ahead and eat her bowl of oatmeal in my shower today that we were in a hurry. There was no way around it, y’all. We even have a house rule of no food past the front of area of the house. Our teensy abode (950 sf, thanks), is comprised of a kitchen/dining room/ living area/ office in the front part separated somewhat by a small hallway off of which are the bathroom and 2 bedrooms. No food needs to go down that hall, in my opinion, ever. Now, there are a few drink exceptions. Like, a milk bottle can be brought to bed. A glass of water can sit on my night stand. And you know there is the occasional cracker that gets carried down the hallway (more like crushed in the vice grip of chubby toddler paw as she flees, evading parental interruption, squealing about baby seals or something and then crashes into a miniature grocery cart, bounces onto the bed, and, hey, whaddya know, that cracker is strewn from here to kingdom come.) But oatmeal in the bathroom is just never going to happen on my watch. Until it does. Dude, you try getting her lunch made, her bag packed, some laundry/ dishes going, taking a shower, both of yourselves fed and dressed, your teeth brushed… in an hour. Or less, depending on if she slept in (which I will never complain about.) So every now and again, you compromise your staunch beliefs that, say, food ingestion and food excretion should happen in separate domains of the home… But believe me when I say this: This shall not be a regular habit! But it was pretty hilarious. Oatmeal in the shower: I don’t really recommend it, but at least it cleans up pretty easy…
