The Sounds and Actions That Go UnHeard-For Most Atleast

It's morning here in Tucson, the sounds of Ben scrambling out of bed to the ringing of his cellular work phone, then the slam of the receiver and quickened footsteps, then on turns the bathroom faucet along with noises of what sounds like a GREAT BIG BEAR shuffling through his belongings searching frantically for his toothbrush, toothpaste, razor and shavecream. A rumble of noises then take place, the gags and hacks of the bodily reaction to a toothbrush being shoved to deep for the normal throat to like, and then the snorts and gurgles of the water being slammed around like a hurricane within a semi-opened mouth. The splashes of water droplets hit the counter, mirror, and anything that stands in its way, and then the cracks of a razor being beat against a porcelein sink. Oh no, this is a normal day here in Tucson. Ben then grabs his keys, says outloud to himself, "keys, phone, wallet", grabs the doorknob, turns around to find Lathan and Mama staring at him in awe to the whirlwind of happenings we once again witnessed. He quickly hugs Lathan, and in the wee corner of Lathan's play area mama and dada hear the sound of tiny lips smacking together like he is smooching the air, many smooches. We look at each other, I guess that's what it sounds like when mama and dada smooch good-bye every morning. I look at Ben and kiss him goodbye and off he goes flying down one flight of stairs racing around our building to greet his car with a quick jolt of the wrist and VROOM, SCREECH, VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, and then SILENCE....................

Does anyone else know this scene, can you relate. I don't know, it is an everyday thing over here in a tiny apartment in a terrible Tucson.