Shokufeh is... home

I guess the last entry would make more sense if I'd already written this one

Before I became a mother, I would read about how moms just wanted to go the the bathroom alone, and I would think, "It can't be that bad." And then I became a mother, and would take MrMan to the bathroom with me, or to the exersaucer just outside the bathroom door, and think, "This isn't so bad."

Then, MrMan started walking. And became fascinated by toilet paper. And delighted in tearing the toilet paper into little pieces and putting the pieces into the toilet. While I am still sitting on the toilet. "Gimme some of that white stuff." He walks from the toilet paper dispenser side of the toilet while I frantically pee as fast as I can, hoping that maybe he'll spend an extra half second tearing up the toilet paper before sticking his hand behind me. If there's one thing that can speed my voiding processes, it's the fear of soiling my child's hand. And, guys, don't tell me about how urine is sterile. Yada yada yada. It's still gross.

So, now I understand, "It's bad," and I delight in the moments when I can sneak away for a quick (but unrushed) trip to the bathroom. Alone.