Ahh, the sweet memories of the days when I could saunter across the hallway or around the corner and hide in a cozy one-seater bathroom. I could turn the light on or leave it off. I could think, read, pray, cry, and do whatever other business I needed to in peace and privacy. NOT SO ANY MORE!!!
I try shutting the door and locking it. BANG! BANG! "Grandmaaaaa!" Rarely fails. I try sneaking in quietly and leaving the door open just a crack so I can be on guard for invasion. Sure enough! Someone from somewhere undetected flings the door wide and then runs like crazy.
Sometimes I ignore the BANG BANG. But soon it sounds like World War III on the other side of the door! Or wailing loud enough to make me think I will need to call 911.
There are a few times when I can escape into the "rest" room, but I usually have to have Baby Girl tag along to assure that she will not be a casualty of war. She has an infactuation with the little round covers that fit over the bolts on the commode! First thing she grabs and if I am not quick to remove the item, it will head straight for her mouth! YUCKY!!!! Even though it is probably relatively clean, I cannot handle the thought of her sweet lips touching it, not to mention the possibility that she could choke!
So, for now, I shall fondly recall the days of yesteryear, and try to think of creative ways to be sneaky...so I can take that "rest".
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All I ever wanted was 30 seconds to myself. I have them now...but 23 years ago, I almost forgot what privacy meant.
Have you tried giving the boys a paint bucket filled with water, several brushes and lest them either paint the fence or write on the sidewalk? That kept Ben busy for hours. We were living in LA, so it wasn;t as hot as where you are...but it certainly kept him entertained!
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