“Mama did you tee-tee again?” my two-year-old asks, as he bursts through the bathroom door assessing whether my “potty time” had been successful.
“Yes, son,” I replied, with less irritation in my tone than I actually felt. “Great job!” he exclaimed excitedly, and ran out of the room hollering, “I’ll go get you a sticker mommy!”
Wonderful, I thought, with my eyes rolled heavenward. Instead of a sticker, could I just potty in private?
Before children, or even while I was pregnant, no one ever told me I’d never go to the bathroom alone again. No one. Of course, now that I think about it, there’s a whole list of things no one ever told me.
For instance, no one ever said you’d better enjoy that hot cup of coffee now because once Little One arrives you’ll either grow to love cold coffee or do without.
No one ever said baby wipes would become a closer companion than your own husband.
No one ever said grocery shopping would be more like training for some sort of Olympic event rather than an actual shopping trip….
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