Recently, I was making plans with Carol on the phone and she said, "Do you realize what I'm doing right now. I'm going to the bathroom, holding my 1 year old and the three year old is on the floor drawing with crayons." All this while we made plans to take the kids somewhere. It gets a little crazy. Iobsess (one of my new favorite reads) has a great article where she writes about trying to go the potty with a child in the room.
" (Child will) insert his hand into the small gap that exists between my tukus and the toilet opening (a place of mystery and wonder, it would seem), or insert any toy or other random object, for that matter; each of these occurring in such rapid succession as to cause my hands and mouth to blur in their thrashing, inept attempts to keep pace with his movements."She so nailed it.
Despite coming from parents that resemble The Lovers of Saturday Night Live I'm not too comfortable with group nudity. My parents used to shower together often to "save water" and in high school sister and I would run to our room as fast as we could if we smelled the fireplace burning on a Saturday night. God forbid we saw mom buying strawberries, wine and cheese at the grocery store. We knew a night of 70's style loving was coming.
Since having children my approach with nudity has become more cavalier. My son was a high risk pregnancy and so I had more people in the delivery room then have shown up at my New Years Eve parties. I think after you have had ten or more folks passing by your spread eagle crotch saying, "nice work" certain privacy barriers just break down.
Last night, I was in the basement laundry room and decided to just strip and toss my clothing in the pile before going upstairs to get ready for bed. My three year old watched me as I washed my face and giggled, "Mommy, are you going to walk around with your naked on?" He quickly stripped down too and ran over to husband, "Daddy mommy and I have our naked on!".
One of these days husband and I are going to get to go on a trip together again. And while I think he will be most looking forward to getting our naked on together, I'm torn. Making sweet love without having one ear pointed towards the door will be great. But closing the bathroom door and taking care of business alone will be oh so sweet. I'll pat my suitcase with a wink and hint that I've got a little something special in there for us. That's right, the Ikea catalogs and the latest This Old House magazine.