You know you’ve just about lost your mind when your plans for the day include the spray painting and subsequent bedazzling of a small ceramic dog figurine… and that these plans offer a welcome and almost delightful respite from watching The Roosevelts, which is how you’ve made it this far (two and a half weeks of doing nothing while recovering from back surgery).
There was– oh yeah– the DNC at one point, and I owe all of you the follow up and rather dramatic ending to the tale that began with DNC Day 4: The Hat I Wore to My Grandfather’s Funeral (spoiler alert: Bernie Sanders does not win the Democratic nomination…) but now that the circus has left town, I’m back to twiddling my thumbs, reading an anthropological account of home births (because why not?) and bedazzling ceramic figurines.
I’m also getting the hang of married life, and even though the one year anniversary of PIC’s popping of the question passed this past weekend, we’re still just newlyweds, which means things like this happen:
Me: [Shouting from the toilet] Why do you come up the stairs when I’m peeing with the door open? Don’t do that!
Him: Wait. How is this my fault?
Me: I don’t know, but can’t you wear a cow bell or something? Then I’ll hear you coming and I’ll know to close the door.
In my defense, I spend a good deal of time alone in our house, so I don’t bother to close the bathroom door except for on special occasions, like when there are people over or when my husband is actually home. It just takes too long, and usually we have a towel hung over the door so it doesn’t latch properly and because the floor is a bit slanted, it swings open and crashes into the linen closet when it doesn’t latch properly and all of this swinging and slamming about just isn’t good for my delicate nerves… so I don’t bother.
But, in PIC’s defense, closing the bathroom door is, you know, what normal people do, as I so passionately argued a mere two years ago in a post called These Things Called Doors inspired by the time I accidentally stumbled upon my maternal grandfather taking a dump.
Today’s take away? I’ve turned into my grandfather. Kill me now.