I swore I wouldn’t do it. I said it would never be me, but here I am.
The idea of going to the bathroom in private is such a long ago, far off in the distance kind of memory that now I find myself not even closing the door at home when I go.
Occasionally as I’m walking up the hall I have to remind myself that there are visitors in the house just so I don’t forget.
The horror! Maybe when the kids are old enough to listen when I say I really don’t need them to help, maybe then I’ll return to the land of the polite and sane… That should only be another 4-6 years.