None of this sharing stuff. None of this possibly someone else could walk in at any time as I'm swaying around, rocking back and forth, and crooning while having a Pebble Poo. (Sorry, Audrey, and all you fancy pants, poo-talk challenged people; this blog is NOT for you.)
I cannot have complete and total freedom while sharing a bathroom with someone else. Or while worrying that I might have to share a bathroom with someone else at any moment. Even when I know Bob's in the house (he has an uncanny ability to need to go to the very bathroom I'm in at the very time I'm in it, despite the fact we have three, yes three, toilets in our smallish, three-story house), I have trouble feeling free to sing and dance on the toilet.
So you can imagine how restricted I feel at work. And feeling restrained leads to being even more bound up. I cannot take this any longer. I used to advocate for a nap room. I think work places should have little catacomb-like spots we could squeeze into and take a 20-minute nap. Then we could get back to work feeling refreshed and creative. Better than strong coffee.
But my desires have altered. Now I want my own personal port-a-potty. (Not like this one in Japan.) But, private and soundproof.
And I want it now!
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Hey cowgirl!
Thinking of you, and just checked your blog and saw your new one from today. I clicked on the Japan potty link, and it was toooo funny!!! Wherever did you find something like that?? Know you still have some more rough days to go, but you hang in there ok?? Love, Janet
I enjoyed reading yyour post
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