The saga of me trying to take a bath this week...
Monday...ten minutes in...B opens the door "Missy, get out, my turn."
Tuesday....twenty minutes in...B opens the door... "Missy, get out, I need the toilet."
Tonight...I made sure he'd gotten his bath first and that he'd been in there to use the toilet...five minutes in...B opens the door...for no reason. I yell at him to get out. Ten minutes later...he opens the door again...for no reason. Another ten minutes later my dad tells me to get out because B needed the bathroom...which he actually did not. Then B says to me, after I again yell at him for opening the door, "I'm not bad, just annoying."