Now, when I say ‘shadow’, I’m not referring to one created by the sun when you’re outside or by a bright lamp indoors. I’m referring to a shadow that follows me from room to room. No, not spirits. Although, they certainly could be following me. Eek! Okay, get to the point, you say.
Have you ever sat in your living room watching a movie, Tom and Jerry, Doc McStuffins, or whatever, with your child on a weekend morning? All is peaceful, quiet, and serene. Said child is as content as a puppy with a full belly, right? Then, the unspeakable happens. You get up to take a shower. You’ve told the child where you’d be, mind you. But…the child STILL finds his or her way to your bathroom door. Banging on it. Shouting, “What are you doing? Let me in!” The child sticks their little fingers under the bathroom door and wiggles them. They may twist the doorknob repeatedly. Then, the real treat comes. Their latest artwork gets shoved under the door. What’s that about? Am I not entitled to a little private personal hygiene time? Am I? Do you have similar experiences? Tell me about it. Make me laugh.