ACBG and I don’t have any qualms about it. The only exception is if he’s had any food with lots of beans in it. Beans turn the man into a walking, talking stink bomb! I do not want to be near that. One of us might walk in to take care of business while the other is in there. No biggie. If he needs to pee while I’m in the shower or vice versa, big deal. We always threaten each other with “I’m gonna flush!” but we don’t do it. Same with teeth brushing, shaving and so forth. Just not while he’s making one of his big stinkin’ bean induced poops! :eek:
I don’t let any of them (husband, kids, dogs, cats) in, they just come in. I have to make an announcement that they are about to be scarred for life if they don’t leave, (pooping or tampon changing) but that only shoo’s off the teenagers, my husband’s job makes bodily functions mundane and pointless, and there is no grossing him out! Closing the door is useless, as they stand outside of it and mutter at me, which breaks any concentration I may have had going. The dogs are afraid that I have a secret door and am going to leave them, never to return, if I close the bathroom door. If I have closed the door, when I open it and exit they all react as if I was a chainsaw wielding axe murderer. (the dogs, that is.) The cats are simply intrigued, apparently.
However, my shower time is the only time I am ever truly alone. I set up the candles, turn up the cd player so I cannot hear even the slightest mutter or bark, and take my time. No one may enter, and it is the loveliest part of my day! (Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration, but I do enjoy it!)
I do not go near the bathroom when it is occupied by my husband, or even for about an hour after. My son has the same trait, so it must be genetic, but I swear that something crawled up their bums and died everytime they have to poo…gah, it’s horrible.
My poo, on the other hand, smells of sandalwood! 
Susie Derkins that was one of the greatest ideas I have ever heard of, and I hope you don’t mind if I use it in the future!
I don’t let any of them (husband, kids, dogs, cats) in, they just come in. I have to make an announcement that they are about to be scarred for life if they don’t leave, (pooping or tampon changing) but that only shoo’s off the teenagers, my husband’s job makes bodily functions mundane and pointless, and there is no grossing him out! Closing the door is useless, as they stand outside of it and mutter at me, which breaks any concentration I may have had going. The dogs are afraid that I have a secret door in there and am going to leave them, never to return, if I close the bathroom door. If I have closed the door, when I open it and exit they all react as if I was a chainsaw wielding serial murderer. (The dogs, that is.) The cats are simply intrigued, apparently, as to why I go sit on their emergency drinking water supply.
However, my shower time is the only time I am ever truly alone. I set up the candles, turn up the cd player so I cannot hear even the slightest mutter or bark, and take my time. No one may enter, and it is the loveliest part of my day! (Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration, but I do enjoy it!)
I do not go near the bathroom when it is occupied by my husband, or even for about an hour after. My son has the same trait, so it must be genetic, but I swear that something crawled up their bums and died everytime they have to poo…gah, it’s horrible.
My poo, on the other hand, smells of sandalwood! Susie Derkins that was one of the greatest ideas I have ever heard of, and I hope you don’t mind if I use it in the future!
Nope, door locked and et al. I had enough “openness” after 20 years in the army.
I’m with you on this. We don’t really care. Plus, the cats freak if the door is closed and showering alone is an odd occurence.
Of course, if I even start chanting “PEE PEE PEE” I quickly get kicked out.
When I have to do #2, I go to the bathroom in the basement with a newspaper or book. True, I don’t want to stink her out of the bedroom (upstairs), but the main reason is just for the solitude. I don’t want to feel rushed. On the rare occassions she may come in, the interruption of the reading is more disturbing than the interruption of the pooping.
I absolutely do not want her to come in while I’m peeing. I always pee in the sink and she doesn’t know. Beats cleaning toilets.
She might come in to pee while I’m taking a shower. No biggie for either one of us. (She doesn’t pee in the sink. Thank God.)
Same here. Using the bathroom with the door closed is a noisy experience in our apartment (MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!). You also get reproachful looks from the kitties when you come out. They don’t like closed doors- once, when we shut them out of our bedroom (to do you-know-what), we heard thumps against the door. We think they’ve built a cat-apult
We’ve since decided that they probably think we’re fighting or grooming each other (or maybe grooming each other and then fighting- they do that sometimes) when we do that, so we don’t shut them out of the bedroom any more.
I used to mind having a boyfriend in the bathroom, but not anymore. I’m mostly in a hurry these days and don’t want to wait for a totally free bathroom. Also, my feeling is, we all poop and pee and fart and stuff, and there’s only one bathroom in this apartment, so what will be, will be. His poop stinks way worse than mine though. Mainly I hate sharing sinktop and cabinet storage space.
Interestingly, there are several bathrooms in the vacation house, and I have noticed that when we’re there he and I get pretty territorial and suddenly modest. So I guess for us it’s actually a relative demand for privacy based on a varying supply of bathroom space.
I have a one-bedroom condo, and when my SO came to visit me over Christmas, I couldn’t even shit with her in the house. I had to go down to the gym and use the bathroom down there.
There was one morning during that week, after a night of drinking, that my bowels wouldn’t have allowed me to make it to the gym, and I knew it was going to be ugly-- sounds and smells alike. I went all Eric Foreman on her and yelled “Don’t stop loving me!” as I slammed the bathroom door.
I hope I grow out of this as we’ll be moving in together within the year.
After 5 years of being together and 2 years of actually living with each other, we’ve managed to be in the bathroom together for #1, but that’s it. And it’s always me peeing in the toilet while he goes in the shower. The water is running so neither of us have to hear each other. Then I get in the shower and we shower together and don’t mention what we just did.
But I will never EVER let him in while I’m going #2. I can’t stand my own smell, so why would he want to? You need to keep the spark alive, but you can’t do it with gas fumes wafting about. It might cause an explosion.
Five years of living together, and not just no, but HELL no. He’s also not allowed to see me pluck, shave, wax, or nair anything. Some things are better left as unknowns.
Showering on the other hand, is a whole different game.
There is no privacy in our house.
It all started when we got a dog.
Now, sometimes, the bathroom is like a convention center at our house. At least when I’m in there. Everyone wants to be around Mama.
When my husband is, OMFG, he can have the door closed and I can be asleep 15 feet away and start gagging. This is refered to as “Creeping Death” around here.
I have no sense of decency or shame, but I draw the line when I’m in the tub and someone, any of them come in and start their business (#2).
It really doesn’t bother me so much after my SO saw me deliver a baby, but I think he must have a problem with it because he’s never walked in on me. If it’s something terribly important he’ll talk to me through the door.
He has had a full-on jump-to-slam-the-door freak out if I accidentally walk in on him, bless his modest lil heart. 
I have had my own home for about 8 years now and only in the past couple years did I start leaving the door open when I’m home alone. I got tired of trying to shoo the cats out when I wanted to be alone. But I do not leave the door open when my boyfriend is over and I will go so far as to lock it if I have to do #2. He drives me nuts because he leaves the door open and the light off so half the time I end up walking in on him. The only time I have ever peed with him in the room is when he was in the shower and I told him he’d better not look out or I’d flush.
Yeah, I never gave a shit (no pun int.). Mr. AFG was more private. I used to like to bug him about it sometimes. He’d be on the can and I’d tap on the door. He’d say, “Yeah?”
I’d say, “Are you on the toilet?”
Him: “Yes.”
Me: “Is poo coming out?”
Him: “Yeeeeesss…”
Me: “Is it big?”
Him: “Leave me alone!”
Me:
That’s hilarious! I bet he just hates you at that moment.
When Mr. K is in the bathroom with the door closed, all four kitties will gather at the threshhold, presumably because they have to go too (though I think they’re just faking). I always yell, “Honey, THERE’S A LIIIIIINE!!!”
All this squeamishness baffles me: I got way over that when I had a girlfriend who used to shit on the lawn, and whose tampons I used to remove: that, a childbirth, and cleaning up a shitty baby at 4 am {and a puking shitting toddler whom, to quote, “I stinked my poo”, and promptly threw up his breakfast all over the bog and had to be suitably hosed down and wiped up}, and hell holds no terrors. The Household Cavalry could troop through my bog at 8 am and as long as I had a Marlboro, a cup of tea and the newspaper, I wouldn’t raise an eyebrow.
Some of us evidently have more colorful lives than others. I want to know more about this. But, at the same time, I don’t.
No. Tooth-brushing, shaving, hand-washing, showering, and kinky bathroom/shower sex are all gravy, but using the toilet for its intended purpose, nope. I also wouldn’t use the phone while I’m on the pot, because I’d be afraid that I’d inadvertently fire my noisemaker in the middle of a romantic dialogue or something. It weirds me out to be told anything other than “somebody is dying” through a bathroom door.
I guess if it really turned her on, she could watch me pee or something. But that’s about it.
Actually, the cat sometimes wants to come in while I’m using the bathroom, because his litter box is in there too. I don’t mind that.
Reminds me of an ex who always used the men’s public bathroom with me when we were out. Nothing exciting happened, except for there being a hot girl in the men’s bathroom.
Priceless! And a great idea, too.
You eat kosher! How can your shit stink?
BTW, I have a friend who rooms with a whole extended family he’s completely unrelated to. Everyone in the house is a legal adult except for one 10-year-old who’s spoiled to the point where he still hasn’t learned how to wipe himself. When he finishes doing his business he yells “I’m DOOOOOOONE!” every ten minutes until somebody comes and wipes his ass. My friend says he’s never been suckered into doing this. I hope he’s not just trying to save face.
Now that sounds like a great marriage!
:eek: You know, toilet cleaning isn’t that bad if you aim right and make sure to clean up stray bits when applicable. People really freak out about cleaning the urinals in Air Force boot camp and set up all these rules about which toilets you could use in which order to do what etc. Pretty dumb stuff, and didn’t really save any time. I outlawed all of it when I was dorm chief.