Shh!! I have a secret. I like to be able to use the bathroom by myself and in private. That said I have two little girls who derail that mission at all costs all day long.
Take for instance, this morning when I needed to use the restroom for a few minutes in private, that pretty much lasted all of five minutes (mind you all while their father was supposed to be watching them). I had just settled into a comfortable position so to speak (trying not to be too graphic or TMI here) and the first knock or should I say bang on the door happened.
And this is what I hear, “Mommy I need my princess tissues.” Yup Emma for some ungodly reason right at that moment needed her box of tissues that have the princesses on the actual box from the local Dollar Tree. Yes we buy lots at the Dollar Tree, because I can’t reason spending $6.99 on a box of tissues, but that is neither here nor there.
So back to the princess tissues that needed to be had right at that moment. Of course I am now sitting there trying to reason with a three year old through a locked bathroom door (yes I really thought a locked door would stop my rug rats, silly me!). I got her to leave by promising her that I would be done in a minute.
Two minutes later, when I am not quick enough for the masses, the second knock comes from my husband asking why he can’t have the tissues and then he would leave me in peace (right I think I should know better by now). Now seriously, when he is in the bathroom, which is pretty much off and on all damn day, (because men, at least my man, do everything in there), I try never to bother him and just improvise. But again he seems to do everything from reading to thinking to you name it in there and I am pretty self-sufficient when he does this. Yet of course he can’t even make himself an English Muffin for breakfast while I am taking a shower a little while later this morning. So that just says so much, but sorry ladies hands off he is all mine!!
But anyways, I am left pondering how did my routine bathroom visits become an national exhibit for one and all in my house. I literally don’t remember the last time I took a trip to the bathroom without having my two small kids at my feet or if the door is indeed closed and locked them banging profusely for something on the other side of the door like my earlier experiences.
I get that recently I have been discussing a lot about the bathroom with potty training my youngest on my blog. So I guess it is only fitting that my daily bathroom trips are indeed a field trip at this point with my kids there for all the action and possibly to make sure I too am doing a bang up job or to at least see that I also know what I am doing as far as using the bathroom goes. Anything is possible I guess, but I leave you will these final thoughts. Is nothing sacred and will I ever get to use the bathroom by myself again?