Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Why I Love Geoff

Sunday morning while we were getting ready for church, Phoebe was upstairs crawling around wreaking havoc on everything while Geoff brushed his teeth/hair and I had to go to the bathroom.

Our bathroom is a "Jack and Jill" bathroom so that there's like 2 in one, separated by a sliding door.  One has a shower and sink/mirror and another has a larger sink/toilet/bathtub/shower, etc. 

Geoff's bathroom is the smaller one (natch) and I didn't think he would be bothered if I didn't close the sliding door thing (I know there's a name for it, but God help me I can't think of it right now) before I went to the bathroom.

It was number 1.

Phoebe was crawling all over the place.

He was looking in the mirror at his handsome face.

Just to be safe, I announced "I'm gonna go potty".

Have I mentioned before that he NEVER LISTENS EVER!?

Three-quarters of the way through, he looked over and went "HEY!" and got a look on his face and said "I don't think we're at that point in our relationship yet", as he closed the door between the bathrooms.

I just laughed.

Granted, he wasn't exactly on the "Business" end of my giving birth to Phoebe, but he was a lot closer to that than he was to my going to the bathroom.  And I was wearing significantly more clothes while going to the bathroom than I was while giving birth to Phoebe.

I guess it's nice to know after all these years there's still some mystery in our relationship.


robyn :) said...

pocket doors...still not enough privacy for me :)

Annie said...

LOL!! Hilarious.