Last Sunday, I mopped the bathroom floor. As I was sweeping, prior to the mopping, Rowdy and Buddy attacked the broom. Never mind, that Buddy was dropping tufts, necessitating more sweeping. I have a stand-up dustpan (bending is not in my repetoire) and Rowdy HAD to stick her head into that, as I tried to sweep the detritus into it.
My mop bucket sits in the hall, just outside the door and Buddy thought that it would be fun to dabble in that. He finally decided to supervise, from the top of my jewelry armoire (it sits in the hall). Rowdy, however, elected to supervise from the toilet (lid closed) and swat at the mop handle as it went by her.
As soon as I finished the first mopping, both of them prowled the wet floor, sniffing and sneezing. I had to chase them out and close the door, which meant that the floor took longer to dry. As soon as I went back, for the second pass, there they were, again.
I am allowed to do pretty much anything, in any other room on my own but, I can do nothing in the bathroom, without an audience!