Past the Bathroom

When we were very young, our house at Cebu Avenue was much smaller. The bedrooms were located in what we considered as the second floor. There were only four steps from the ground floor to the 'second floor'. There were three bedrooms upstairs. I can't imagine how all ten of us (eight children at the time, plus Father and Mother) fit there, along with my maternal grandparents. I know my older sisters and I slept on two double deck beds in the bedroom in the middle. Lolo and Lola slept in the room to the left, nearer the garden, while Father and Mother slept in the master's bedroom to our right. (I guess Slash M, Sunshine, Jersey Girl and Mindy slept with Father and Mother. They sure couldn't fit in our room. Perhaps Lolo and Lola housed a couple of them. Slash M, most likely, seeing as he was the favourite grandson. Oh, that was because he was the ONLY grandson.)

Anyway, there was only one bathroom on the second floor and it was located in between our bedroom and our parents' bedroom. I remember that whenever we'd wake up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom, we would make our way to Father and Mother's room, wake Mother up and have her accompany us to the bathroom. In retrospect, it was funny that we were scared to go to the bathroom alone but we were not scared to get to our parents' bedroom by ourselves. I guess the thought of being with Mother was enough.

In much the same way, MyGirl wakes up in the middle of the night and walks over to our room to go to the bathroom even if the main bathroom is located in between our bedrooms and is closer to her room.

I can only smile. I am sure that nothing I can say will make her change her mind about going to our bathroom in the middle of the night. Truly, there is no point trying to explain to her that the main bathroom is closer to her bedroom because going past bathrooms to get to your mother's bedroom defies logic.

Nighty-night.