I love my Mondays alone. House is clean, hubby at work, child at school, homework done, leftovers in fridge, truly a "me" day. I typically leave the bathroom door open. I have health problems, and the medicines I take give me trouble... "going". Lucky if I go three times a month. Today, I went, it was so relieving that I was grunting and groaning. Then, after I flushed, I look up and see my horrified 7 year old. Oops... It's Sunday..