It's just not right

There are few things in this world that I'm unwilling to share. I really try hard not to be selfish. That said, things pertaining to the bathroom are sacred to me. Mine, mine, mine. Don't ask to share my toothbrush, my soap, my towel, my razor, my tweezers, or even my toothpaste. It's all mine. And furthermore, don't talk to me on the phone if YOU'RE in the bathroom (you know who you are!). That's your personal time too. Take it. And finally, don't interrupt me while I'm in the bathroom. I vow to never interrupt you either! My friends think it's hilarious (except Trish, who totally backs me up!) that I am so private. I not only shut the door when I pee, I usually lock it. Except at my house. Josh knows the 'rules'. He thinks they are ridiculous too, but he generally follows them. The damn cat, however, does not! For some reason, Luna thinks that bathroom time is our bonding time. She pushes the door open (it usually doesn't latch all the way, since it's a 60 yr. old door) and saunters in like she owns the joint. She promptly meows at me and starts getting cozy. Whether I'm peeing or doing my make up, she's in there lounging about. When I'm standing at the sink, I'll even rub her belly with my foot. She's spoiled, I know. And, as an added bonus, she no longer drinks water from anywhere but the tub. Oh joy! This is, of course, my own fault (I let another cat live here for 6 months and they didn't get along), so I allow it. As part of our 'routine', I turn on the tub faucet and let her have a drink.
And now, being a loving (over-protective) mother, I'm afraid to leave Mason roaming the house alone for me to take a shower. Even if I put the monitor on, he's just too mobile. What if I missed some small thing in baby proofing, or accidentally left something down that isn't safe. It's too much for me to stress about. As of yesterday, we took our first shower together. Obviously, I didn't take any pictures of this momentous occasion. It was cute, in theory, but the truth is I don't want to share my showers. I was already having to rush through them and only shave my legs on the weekends or at night. Now, I'm hurrying to get clean and bathing Mason at the same time. My one sacred place has been cruelly invaded by a cat and a baby.