Restroom Refugee

We mothers know all too well what emotions a simple bathroom break can bring out in our children. I seem to collect quite an audience with me 3 year old, 20 months old, and 3 lb dog, Emma.

I often feel as though I'm an academy award winning actress with the audience in the palm of my hand when I suddenly disappear to take care of business. Inevitably feet patter, voices call for me and the hide and seek game is over, as I am stranded and my audience of three occupy themselves in the bathroom I am in like a game of sardines!

Tonight I have foundrefuge. You see, Daddy is home and I slipped away not really thinking about it. As usual, my son knocks on the door and attempts to enter. The door isn't locked, but a little jammed :) He asked me what I was doing and I responded. He told me he wanted to come in (not sure what the fascination is) and I reminded him that he doesn't like it when his sister enters the bathroom when he's there. I then try to tune him out and he goes away. Cue the second child....slipping toy bracelets under the door (or attempting to), "here u go mommy". The silence worked last time and Sargent Daddy picks up on my peace attempt, so he scoops the wee laddy up and away. Not a minute later....."scratch, scratch, scratch" you guessed it! The dog....REALLY! Ignorance is bliss :)

It worked Daddy has the outside perimeter and I am enjoying a room all to myself :) I have long since finished what I set out to accomplish, but I can't help staying a little bit longer. So here I am a refugee in my own restroom, blogging about it. Yes, I did take the laptop in with me (I'm a Multi-tasker), and yes I am blogging in el bano. And I like it. :) Mr. Thurgood just asked if I was still alive..I laughed. So I guess that means my time is up. Until next time my dear friends and mothers....find solace and peace in your porcelain placed palace :)