No, no, let me be clear. I'm not saying I like a specific train station bathroom. Heck, if you've ever had the misfortune to use the concourse bathrooms at Union Station in DC, you have my sympathy, because they're horrible.
What I'm saying is that this past weekend when Katie and Leah were visiting the "master bathroom" off our bedroom was like a train station. People just kept ducking in and out of it. At one point there were four of us in there up to various acts that one does in the bathroom. (Like showering, or brushing one's teeth, or peeing. In our house we save the making pancakes for the kitchen. It's really a lot more sanitary that way.)
Anyhow, it makes me laugh, and feels sort of wonderful, sharing that space with people I'm connected with in my poly family. It's busy, crazy, warm, loving, and intimate all at the same time.
I love that hustle and bustle. It's a delightful pandemonium.