button somewhere on the toilet that alerts all children to come running to the bathroom door so that Mama may not have a moment's peace. It's kind-of ridiculous, really. I mean, it's not like we're sneaking off to take a nap or eat some chocolate (well, not every time); we just need to take care of business. Preferably alone. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so. Because the times in the past nine years that I've been a Mama and have been able to be in the bathroom without hearing knocks on the door, listening to apparently urgent requests and tattles, or seeing little fingers or notes or toys slip under the door, etc. . . . have been few and far between.
So when people come to my house and ask where the restroom is, I laugh at the irony.
Question for you: Is this true in your house, too? I know it can't just be me.