Private Time in the Bathroom? What’s That?

I found a humorous Mommy blog who wrote about her lack of privacy in the bathroom. You can read it if you wish on Divine Secrets of a Domestic Diva.

I couldn’t resist sharing my experience in the comment box and now I want to pass it on to you.  This is what I posted:

Private time in the bathroom goes out the door when you become a Mommy. I totally can relate to this on many occasions, but this one will live forever.

To set the stage, the year is 1993 and my girls are 3 and 5 years old. I was expecting our son. I’m sure you’re very much like me; I use to snap pictures of my wee ones in the buff. This is simply precious and innocent stuff. What parent doesn’t do this, right?

I had (notice past tense) this habit of leaving the shower curtain partly opened so I could peek out if a little voice called out.  This also means, if anyone walked in at the right time could see me. The back ledge of the tub butts up against the wall at my peek out point and I use this as a foot prop to shave my legs.

There I was one night, shaving my legs. My head was all bubbly and the upper half of my body lathered in soap. Suddenly, I heard my 3-year DD#2 say, “Look, Mommy!” I turned and flash! My image had been forever captured on 35mm film. You got it, this was the day before digital cameras and yes…she had a real working camera.

My first reaction was to hit the ceiling, but I was so stunned that my brain froze up. Somehow during that brain-freeze, God allowed me to calm down and then I laughed. There she stood in total innocence with no guilt or remorse or any sense of wrong-doing what-so-ever, only the pure essence of sweetness across her face.

Why she had no clue she wasn’t supposed to take X-rated pictures of her pregnant mommy. After all, didn’t Mommy snap pictures of her without clothes? Yep and I’m quite certain in her mind she saw nothing wrong with the photo-op at hand of Mommy in the buff. Maybe, she thought I looked cute, too.

Don’t worry folks, you’ll be happy to know, but not as happy as I was to learn, that I wasn’t another prego Demi Moore within for that unposed photo shoot. As fate or the good Lord would have it, only my soapy head and surprised face show in this timeless photograph.

(There was a photo here, but it went poof in the Blogger to WP migration.)

“A Kid imposed embarrassing moment is a parent’s 5-minute to fame or at least…in the parent’s mind.” ~Cathy Kennedy