I have come to realize that going to the bathroom, alone, is indeed over-rated. Meaning, . . . it will NEVER happen!
One of these mucho many of times, James followed me to the bathroom and announced that I was not allowed to use his potty chair, because of the fact that I am not a ‘big boy’!
Better than when I’m asked what my ‘womanly items’ are . . which, by the way, are known in the Weldon Household as ‘Mommy’s Band Aids’!!!
Maybe one day. One, glorious day, I’ll be able to go to the restroom, closed door and all, without interruptions, questions or break-ins.
This, I have hope in.