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lydamorehouseMy favorite coffee shop is in a mall and thus, doesn't have a public toilet of its very own. The women's bathroom has been under construction for several days now. The nearest alternative requires leaving the building and going to a gas station or a book store. Or... braving the toilet of the opposite sex.
I've always found the insistence that men and women have separate bathrooms a strange relic of some distant past. Not unlike "Colored Only" except that's a REALLY BAD ANALOGY. But listen for a second: I know you guys like your urinals, but, you don't NEED them. Stalls provide privacy for all, regardless of gender. (Also, having now had experience hiding out in a stall waiting for you guys to do your business and leave... urinals seem to encourage bad hygiene. You do your thing and leave. No pause to wash hands. One word, boys: GROSS!) Perhaps if we all shared bathrooms, there would a kind of collective guilt that would cause people of both genders to stop and wash their hands before leaving.
The point is: why do we insist on separating the genders this way? It's not like houses are equipped with two separate bathrooms. Why public places?
Okay, enough of my own personal weirdness, how are you?
Mason didn't want to go to school today. He may have a bit of a sore throat for real (he's been coughing at night), but any excuse for him. It's a different reality. I was very much a big fan of school, but, honestly, I wasn't nearly as smart as Mason. I was a high achiever type, who loved all the projects and such. Mason just wants to stay home and pursue his own interests.
It's also picture re-take day today. His official picture was funky. The photographer decided that kids should smile with their mouths closed. Mason was clearly baffled by this request and his face looks strained and confused. Hopefully, a different photographer will let him laugh, like his kindergarden picture.
Today is Thursday, which means I need to go home in a few minutes and do all my Thursday chores: change the fish tanks, take out recycling, and get ready to go off to volunteer at Mason's school. Tomorrow, you won't see me because I've got plans and they don't include you. Shawn is taking the day off and we're going to pamper ourselves. We need a TGIF.
I've always found the insistence that men and women have separate bathrooms a strange relic of some distant past. Not unlike "Colored Only" except that's a REALLY BAD ANALOGY. But listen for a second: I know you guys like your urinals, but, you don't NEED them. Stalls provide privacy for all, regardless of gender. (Also, having now had experience hiding out in a stall waiting for you guys to do your business and leave... urinals seem to encourage bad hygiene. You do your thing and leave. No pause to wash hands. One word, boys: GROSS!) Perhaps if we all shared bathrooms, there would a kind of collective guilt that would cause people of both genders to stop and wash their hands before leaving.
The point is: why do we insist on separating the genders this way? It's not like houses are equipped with two separate bathrooms. Why public places?
Okay, enough of my own personal weirdness, how are you?
Mason didn't want to go to school today. He may have a bit of a sore throat for real (he's been coughing at night), but any excuse for him. It's a different reality. I was very much a big fan of school, but, honestly, I wasn't nearly as smart as Mason. I was a high achiever type, who loved all the projects and such. Mason just wants to stay home and pursue his own interests.
It's also picture re-take day today. His official picture was funky. The photographer decided that kids should smile with their mouths closed. Mason was clearly baffled by this request and his face looks strained and confused. Hopefully, a different photographer will let him laugh, like his kindergarden picture.
Today is Thursday, which means I need to go home in a few minutes and do all my Thursday chores: change the fish tanks, take out recycling, and get ready to go off to volunteer at Mason's school. Tomorrow, you won't see me because I've got plans and they don't include you. Shawn is taking the day off and we're going to pamper ourselves. We need a TGIF.