It seems that we have an open door policy at our house now. Bathroom door, I mean. And I'm not liking it. I'm a firm believer that everyone needs and deserves a little "alone time" during the day, and the bathroom is one place that people of any age can escape the hecticness of the day and relax...if only for a minute or two.
My husband and I have never been ones to invade on that oh-so-personal time. Seriously. Gross. But now that we have a toddler...things have changed. Not between us, I should clarify, but between me and my tot.
Our house is completely childproof (at least to the best of our abilities! He still finds numerous things to get into!) so I feel very comfortable going to the bathroom and leaving him in the living room, or wherever, so I can "go". I need my space during those moments. I need my privacy. But I simply cannot STAND the crying that occurs when I leave him to pee. He'll pound on the bathroom door, bawling like he was just shot in the knee with a 12-gauge. THAT, my dear friends, is NOT peace. OR quiet.
So I let him in. The moment the door opens his tears turn off (it's like he was never crying in the first place) and he quickly rushes in and fondles the vacuum. (We store it in the bathroom.) He loves the vacuum. Always asks what it is (as if he doesn't already know from the numerous times I've told him) and adjusts the chord. It's like he doesn't even realize I'm occupying the porcelain bowl. Good thing. Wouldn't want him ruined for life!
So now I don't even bother shutting the door, unless John is home, then I insist on bathrooming by myself and he can occupy our son for 30 seconds. Maybe one day what's happening in the bathroom will register with William, and he'll want to try it out!! Oh yeah!
I can only hope.