The last time I had privacy in the bathroom was…. Never?!

There might have been a brief stint after college when I just had a boyfriend and there was some privacy there but I have always shared a bathroom with someone else.

When I was growing up I was the second of four.  There was no such thing as privacy.  There was no lock on the bathroom door and there was no way you were ever going to even shower in peace; even the dogs would venture in for a visit.  Privacy was something I was not used to and didn’t intend to ever get.

When I was in college, I always shared a bathroom with roommates as well.  Luckily, I shared with 4 other people and not an entire floor but it still wasn’t a bathroom of my own.  Planning out showers based on people’s schedules and class time was not ideal, but still easier than your siblings just barging in whenever they wanted while you were trying to take a crap.

When I moved in with my now husband; again much easier as it was just the two of us, still sharing but it was different because it was our place.  When I got pregnant with our first daughter it was probably about a million times harder for him because I spent about 95% of the day taking 25 second pee breaks.

Then came the children.

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Somehow my husband has lucked out on this sweet deal where the kids don’t bother him while he goes to the bathroom.  I don’t understand if he sneaks them endless amounts of candy or if he promised them a brand new car the day they get their license or what the deal is, but he truly got the better end of the deal.  I, on the other hand did not.  The second I am walking into the bathroom either Hailie has to go the bathroom the minute I sit down, literally the second I sit down or she needs something.  I don’t even bother shutting the door half the time because before I am even sitting down to pee, she has pulled up her stool to start a conversation.  I don’t know what is so fascinating but I seriously can’t get a minute of peace.  It’s like personal space or personal anything has just been thrown right out the window.  I can’t tell her enough times to “GET OUT” or “GIVE ME A MINUTE” but she just doesn’t seem to care.  Everything seems to be important when I am in the bathroom.  Sometimes I am not even going, I just need to catch my sanity for a second or look out the window, or sneak a piece of candy because as moms, we deserve that too.

Maybe she feels the best gossip is always told in the girls room and she wants to get a head start or she is missing out on something really important?  I am truly unsure but all I know is, I can’t wait till I close the door and it actually stays closed.  At least kids are cute 🙂