TREASURE every second you spend alone in the bathroom (showering or otherwise) because the day is quickly approaching when your sweet little angel will learn how to open the bathroom door.
...and life as you know it will never be the same...
Privacy will become an imaginary trinket; they will run to their bedrooms to search for it, and having finally "found" it within their imaginations, they will insist on bringing it back to you while you hold out your loving, motherly hand from upon your porcelin throne.
And where your thoughts once wandered aimlessly while the conditioner soaked through your beautiful locks, you will find yourself scrubbing suds, creating a grocery list, praying for an easy transition to nap time and yelling through the shower curtain, "I'll get the animal crackers as soon as I'm done!" Sometimes to no avail... and sometimes to the unwelcome sight of a naked toddler climbing into the shower with you. What happened to their clothes? you wonder... you'll find out soon enough.
Nothing is safe. Nothing is off limits. (Well, it may be off limits, but that doesn't mean it won't be broken or spilled or placed in the toilet.) And locking the door leads only to tantrums or never ending questions such as "Mama, can you see my fingers? Can you see them noooow?" as they poke their little hands under the door.
But the most mysterious part of it all is that most days (most days- not every day) you won't mind much. Motherhood is filled with little inconveniences that can become our greatest memories. . .
But until then, treasure your time alone in the bathroom- and while your conditioner sets and your thoughts are wandering aimlessly, think of us - those of us who have kids tall enough to open the door - and say a little prayer.
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