I realized the other night that something I value has become non-existent. I was in the bathroom at 1am the other morning uh- using the bathroom- when the door creaks open (we live in an old house.) From the darkness I see two eyes and a bink (pacifier) staring back at me. In walks my 18 month old, summoned from a deep sleep by who knows what. He stands expectantly in front of the toilet, demanding my full and immediate attention. I...finish...and take him back to bed. My bed. Because once he is up, his bed becomes toxic to him for some reason. Is he a good guest? No, he is not. He hogs my pillow, kicks off my covers and gloms onto me like a monkey backpack.
While lying in bed with said chimp firmly attached to my back, I realize that I have lost any privacy or right to it. If I'm in the bathroom, I might as well hand out printed invitations to my kids that say, "COME ON IN!" If I'm on the phone, the kids either need a snack right that minute, or Ellie thinks I am talking about her which leads her to say, "Who are you talking to and what are they saying?" I can keep going, but I won't. I'll just chalk this up to another thing I'll miss when my kids are older and out of the house....and I get my privacy back. (Cue "Slipping Through My Fingers" on my playlist.)
For those of you who get to go into the bathroom alone, enjoy it and consider yourself lucky!
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I was contemplating as I went to sleep last night that good changes can be so gradual I don't even notice and need to be more proactive in noticing them. Yay for privacy!
I hear you sister. I can't remember the last time I was in the bathroom by myself. Do you really think we'll miss having an audience when our kids are older? Hard to fathom, isn't it?
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