Yesterday, I was sitting on my bed doing something on my computer when my attention was momentarily grabbed by the sound of the nearby bathroom closing. I glanced up, not expecting to see much if someone had just gone in there. However, I did see my son walking away from the bathroom.
Now I know I did not mix him up with any other member of the family because well, he’s huge. Maybe not by most standards because he isn’t even six feet tall. However, he is more than 50 pounds heavier than his dad and sister, not to mention about 5 inches taller. He’s nearly 11 inches taller than I am.
But beyond his obvious size, he is also the only person in this household with whiskers since my husband is clean shaven. Then again, if my husband had a beard, it would be as white as his hair is. My brunette-haired son has an obvious red beard. Even if his brother still lived here and was growing out his beard, his brother’s beard is the same color of his hair (which is brown).
This is all to say that my son sticks out. I could not have mixed him up with any other family member.
I assumed because the bathroom door was clearly shut, one of the other two family members had gone in there as he was coming out. Since my husband tends to spend quite a bit of time in the bathroom, I assumed it was him.
Now to what happened a few minutes later.
I needed to use the bathroom, but I had not seen anyone else come out of or otherwise anywhere near the bathroom. My husband had come into our room, and I asked if anyone was in it.
Not only did he not know, but he said he hadn’t been in there or where he could have seen the door, though he did comment that the door was closed.
Normally, if it’s closed I’ll just hurry to the other bathroom. This time, I decided to check merely because I had not seen my daughter near it, and I could hear my son talking to someone in his bedroom. (I assumed on his phone since no visitors were causing the dogs to react to their presence.)
Since all my family members, including my husband, tend to always remember to lock the bathroom door, I figured if it was locked, I’d ask who was in there. Though my option was my daughter since I was talking to my husband and could hear my son.
The door wasn’t locked, and the bathroom was empty.
Well, when I was done using the facilities, and making sure I left the door open, I went to my son’s bedroom, stuck my head in and chewed him out for shutting the door.
I then promptly returned to my room.
It was sometime later, after he got off his phone call, he came to discuss it with me.
He insisted he hadn’t shut the door though did indicate that he often pushes it so close to shut that I cannot tell the difference from my bed.
Okay, true. I do generally have difficulty telling if it is latched or not from my bed. However, this time I had gone up to the door and grasped the handle. If it hadn’t been completely latched it would have moved. It didn’t. I had to turn the knob to unlatch it.
My son maintains that he did not shut the door. The evidence suggests that he did.
He even admitted that his dad was in the other bathroom when he went into the nearest one so there was no reason for his dad to go in there.
I also know it was not my daughter. Not only because I had not seen her, but because she never closes the door when she’s done. She always leaves it most of the way ajar.
On the other hand, Royce is notorious for closing it far enough for it to appear completely closed. Though I can’t say he’s the only one because I’ve done it occasionally and I’ve seen my husband do it.
Due to that bathroom being tiny, the door opens out. So, as you are leaving it is really easy to put enough backward motion on the door for it to swing mostly shut. I can only assume that’s what my son did yesterday.
Although to accept that outcome, I also have to assume that the persnickety bathroom door that prefers to be slammed, firmly pulled or otherwise have some real effort put into it before it will fully latch, actually did so without any effort at all.
It’s mind blowing.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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