Dignity? What Dignity?

I remember once having a say about what happened to my body. I was totally in control and nothing ever happened to it without my say-so.

Then I had a baby. Between pregnancy, labor, and breastfeeding, I slowly began to realize that my body was no longer my own. I had to share it with this little person - who I had never even met! Now that Sam is older, one would assume I was once again in control of my body. That is not the case.

This morning I left Sam with Sesame Street so I could take a shower. I always leave the bathroom door open a crack in case he needs me. I was just shampooing my hair when I heard the bathroom door slam open against the wall. With a single motion Sam ripped the shower curtain open. I nearly went into shock with the cold air that hit me. Laughing, Sam shouted, "ZEBRA!" and then ran out. Dripping and bewildered, I shut the curtain and finished my shower.

Later I asked Sam what he was trying to do to me. I asked him about the importance of the aforementioned zebra. All he would do is giggle and roll his eyes around in his head.

I shudder to think what his plan may be for the afternoon.