When I was a kid, we had a 1 1/2 bath house for two grownups and six kids (at the most -- those numbers got whittled down over the years).
The kids included teenagers.
We had a rule: Only my brother and dad, the only boys, could lock the bathroom doors. The girls left it unlocked, so one could pee while the other bathed showered (this led to a rather matter-of-fact lesson about menstruation at a young age, for me) or whatever the circumstance was. (We knocked first, so my brother didn't walk in on a sister.)
The other bathroom was on the laundry porch, a dinky thing in an uninsulated room off the laundry porch. It was just a dusty sink and toilet, and one only used it when desperate and the other one was occupied. It hurt to sit on. Damn. I think I used it maybe ten times growing up.
Much later, I lived in a shared house with a similar toilet on the back porch. I had a roommate who'd spend an hour or so in the bath tub upstairs, not feeling as if she was being rude, because there was always another toilet -- yeah, if one liked to be able to peek out through holes in the siding, check the area for black widows before dropping pants, and to freeze marks into one's ass.
Sounds like the cat's got the right idea. Is there room in the closet?
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The kids included teenagers.
We had a rule: Only my brother and dad, the only boys, could lock the bathroom doors. The girls left it unlocked, so one could pee while the other bathed showered (this led to a rather matter-of-fact lesson about menstruation at a young age, for me) or whatever the circumstance was. (We knocked first, so my brother didn't walk in on a sister.)
The other bathroom was on the laundry porch, a dinky thing in an uninsulated room off the laundry porch. It was just a dusty sink and toilet, and one only used it when desperate and the other one was occupied. It hurt to sit on. Damn. I think I used it maybe ten times growing up.
Much later, I lived in a shared house with a similar toilet on the back porch. I had a roommate who'd spend an hour or so in the bath tub upstairs, not feeling as if she was being rude, because there was always another toilet -- yeah, if one liked to be able to peek out through holes in the siding, check the area for black widows before dropping pants, and to freeze marks into one's ass.
Sounds like the cat's got the right idea. Is there room in the closet?