I know this isn't much of a news flash, but moms get no privacy. None.
Case in point: This afternoon the boys were busy building a fort, so I went upstairs to put away laundry. I made a pit stop in the bathroom and had just sat down when I heard Kirby scream up from the living room, "Mom...Mom! Where are you?"
"I'm upstairs!" I hollered back (a bit preoccupied).
"Where?" Kirby yelled again.
"Upstairs - in the bathroom!" I replied, thinking that would be it. Surely my boys are old enough to let their mom have a little privacy for a few moments, right? Wrong. In about 15 seconds I heard feet tromping up the stairs and Connor appeared in our master bathroom, pushing open the door that I had closed. With absolutely no apology and no recognition of the fact that he was in fact, disturbing my privacy, Connor barged in and asked me a question that was just so urgent - so dire - that I'm quite sure it couldn't have waited,
"Mom, do you remember how I did the pillows in the fort earlier today?" (Um, yeah, so?) "Well, can you come help me do it like that again? Right now?"
Absolutely no privacy.
It won't be long before I'll be torn between a baby sleeping in a carrier on my chest and the need to empty my bladder. It's not a pretty place to be, but I've been there before; and I'll probably be there again sooner than later. Hey - desperate times call for desperate measures!
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Good to know I'm not the only one. My nudity means absolutely nothing to my children. Nothing. And I swear that the sound of a running bath is like a homing call.
i'm thinking of your impending birth. Hugs to you. xoxo
Sorry. I'm logged in under one of thomas ID's. This is laurel. Boy I could have kept you guessing, huh?
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