A little privacy here...

Just because my little guys made their grand entrances into this world via my private parts does not mean that I don't get to reclaim them as my own. I want to go to the bathroom in peace! Jam follows me into the bathroom and practically sits on me as I try to do my thing. Now, when I thought that he was expressing interest in potty training, I thought that this was a great way for him to learn how things work. But, after a few failed potty training attempts insuring me that he is not indeed yet ready (posts to follow, I promise), he's not learning anything here and I need a few moments to myself. Mudd doesn't have separation anxiety yet, so he's cool about me jetting to the restroom. So, I've locked the door a couple of times. Jam doesn't like that one bit, but I assure him from the other side of the door that "Mommy is right here, she just needs to pee in peace." At first, that didn't jive with him and he screamed "open up." But lately he's giving me some much needed space. But, there is a time limit and should I exceed a three minute allotment that Jam has so generously bestowed upon me, wrath will follow..."Mommy out, no more potty." Three minutes is nice, but five would be golden.