Why do you have to tell each other where you are going? Do they worry otherwise?
I just go to the bathroom when I need to use it. I see absolutely no need to tell DH when I stand up "I am going to go into the bathroom to use the bathroom. I will pee and maybe poop."
Just does not compute.
I was wondering the same thing.
We are not super private about bathroom things, but I still don't make announcements every time I'm going somewhere in my house for a couple minutes, whatever the reason.
Post by morningmania on Jan 9, 2013 10:01:10 GMT -5
We shut the door. I can not really say it is not talked about. There are occasions when someone isn't feeling well it might come up. If H is in the shower, I will go downstairs to go to the bathroom. I have had to bring him TP. I would say we are private about it, but not secretive at all.
Why do you have to tell each other where you are going? Do they worry otherwise?
I just go to the bathroom when I need to use it. I see absolutely no need to tell DH when I stand up "I am going to go into the bathroom to use the bathroom. I will pee and maybe poop."
Just does not compute.
I was wondering the same thing.
We are not super private about bathroom things, but I still don't make announcements every time I'm going somewhere in my house for a couple minutes, whatever the reason.
The whole telling thing for us only happens if we're doing something together. Say, we're watching a movie and one of us needs to go, we'll just say "Hey, can you pause? I need to go to the bathroom." I don't think that's odd.
I find it wayyyy more weird to never even fart in front of the person you're married to..... how does that even work? Do people seriously leave the room every time they need to fart?
Post by MixedBerryJam on Jan 9, 2013 10:44:50 GMT -5
My husband was so freaking weird. He'd get up, have his coffee, read his newspaper, then poop. Like clockwork. OMG, if I ever wanted to do something in the morning that didn't give him time for one of these components all holy hell would break loose. Because everyone knows you can't poop if you haven't read the paper yet. And then he'd regale me of stories -- I eventually told him the same thing the pediatrician told me about my kids' poop: "Unless it's plaid with pink polka dots, I don't want to hear about it."
I'm also reminded of when I had some work done on the outside of the house. It took about a month and there was a crew of 4-6 every day, all day. I told the guys they were welcome to use the bathroom, but in the whole time they were at my house not one person came inside. I'm left assuming the peed in back of my garage (or worse) because no way all those guys went all that time working outside in the summer without one pit stop.
I am a quick pooper, so I can slip away discreetly. I think H has IBS or something, so when he disappears for 20 minutes, I can guess that he's dropping the kids off at the pool.
My husband was so freaking weird. He'd get up, have his coffee, read his newspaper, then poop. Like clockwork.
This is me. I have learned that I need to give myself time to poop before a morning run. Otherwise I end up slipping into a gas station restroom on my route. LOL
Post by countthestars on Jan 9, 2013 11:08:27 GMT -5
We don't fart in front of each other. We know when the other is pooping but they always go to the further bathroom. H is so weird, he turns up the TV and insists that I stay at the opposite end of the house. He does the same with his family though so it's not just about me. He "doesn't like people to hear him poop".
We always close the door, also for peeing. And we only have one bathroom now, since we're in an NYC apartment. I like privacy. I don't even want to be talked to through the door while I am trying to poop, but sometimes DH does this to me.
However, we are super-gross and immature, and talk about poop all the time. Sometimes I will email DH as a joke and said "I just had a nice poop." Just last week he told me he had the biggest poop he's ever had. We find it hilarious. Genuinely, we think this is funny. It's out of hand.