Wayne and I have a running joke about how I, as the mom of our girls, don't get any privacy when I have to use the bathroom. As I documented in this post from 2015, I've gotten into the habit of announcing when I have to use the bathroom so the family knows to leave me alone for the next several minutes.
We also joke about how men can't multitask. Okay, I joke, Wayne grumbles and says that women are too "judgy."
Which brings us to this past week's hilarity.
I went downstairs to Wayne's office to ask him a question, only to discover that he was in the downstairs bathroom, peeing. I yelled through the door, "Hey I have a question for you."
"Just a minute, I'm peeing," he yells back.
I find this ironic.
"Are you kidding me?" I reply back, "I've checked over homework while on the toilet, listened to the kids' day, had essays slid under the door to me, given kids spelling quizzes while on the toilet, and you can't answer a single question?"
By this time he had finished, washed his hands and opened the door. He deadpanned:
"Well, I have to aim."