This is how everyone goes to the toilet. Yes?
It seems that YES (judging by the multiple comments) – many of us busy frazzled mothers not only manage to fold washing, cook dinner, make executive decisions and becalm the break-out of WW III in another part of the house, we are also adept and toiling and parenting. Â Together. Â At once.
I don’t know about you – but the toilet is THE ONLY ROOM in our house WITH A DOOR. Yes. Â I am yelling. Â It is important to get that point across. So it would make sense that that’s where I go for some peace and quiet. Â Reading time. Â Cogitating my navel (no idea what that is – but Grandma used to mention she did it often – so it may or may not be something useful). Thinking time. Â You would think that a closed door means STOP. DO NOT COME IN HERE – UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. Â Well no – you are wrong. Â Apparently it is a cue to need me. Â For anything. Â Including but not limited to brushing hair, cutting up apples, calming down tears, solving childhood problems, and anything else they can think of. I think the neighbours know when I am on the toilet, as I raise my voice each of the million times I need to say “I’M ON THE TOILET’ to my children, in order to get the point across. Sorry neighbours – I am usually not using it for its intended use – I go there to try and be by myself – don’t start to think I have some sort of weird ‘must go to the toilet all the time’ issue!
Anyway – Wilbur thought I was over-sharing when I posted the picture. Me – I was simply sharing – I was pretty sure that I am not the only parent that deals with public toilet-time!
How about you – do you have somewhere safe and quiet to go to cogitate your navel, or is the loo for you too?!