Those of you new around here might not be able to fully comprehend the issues I have with bathrooms.
Actually, those of you who’ve been around a while probably don’t get it either.
The psychiatrist has traced it back to when I was seven and *ALMOST making it home from a pick-up baseball game. That “miscalculation” resulted in a front yard cleaning with a garden hose.
Since that day, I have programmed my body to only do certain things at my house.
Years on a construction site have fueled THAT fire, despite the opportunity to learn some catchy new phrases.
It isn’t like a hold anything back. My body is just programmed to shut down those functions while away from home.
When away on a vacation of longer that three days, we just make sure we are in one place. Then I can get comfortable and take care of “business.”
To quote the ‘mental professional,’ “I can make this new location my home.”
I another week, I am about to be in an office location where I can have my own “facilities.”
The sure sign of my comfortably with my new surroundings will be how things flow out there.
Only time will tell.
*In the garage