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Every time I get in the shower...


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Published June 1, 2009 @ 13:03 by Tania in Being Mommy

It doesn't fail. I get in the shower, start to relax under the hot water. Put shampoo in my hair, and I get a knock on the door.

"Mommy! I need to pee badly!"

My daughter has great timing. I ask her before I go to jump in the shower, but it doesn't matter. I used to lock the door for some peace, but I decided that it was worse to get out of the shower feeling nice and clean only to have to clean up the puddle on the other side of the bathroom door.

Last time I helped her go pee in the middle of my shower, shampoo stinging my eyes, Daughter had the nerve to complain that my hands were wet. Of course my hands were wet! I was in the shower!

I don't remember the boys ever doing that to me. They would come in and sit on the floor to wait for me, or peak through the curtain to see what was going on.

At what age can little girls climb on and off the toilet without help? Even the bathroom stool doesn't help. And none of my kids have ever used a potty.

Another favourite for Daughter to tell me she needs to go pee is a soon as I sit down to a hot meal. If Husband is home, I look at him and say, "Your daughter needs to go pee." It is exactly like newborns who want to be nursed anytime you sit down to eat. Such a pain, this crazy Pavlovian response.

Husband doesn't normally respond well to these demands. He has close to half a dozen "accidents" on his hands that were really just the result of his slow-moving nature. He doesn't seem to understand the urgency of a toddler who needs to use the bathroom. Yes, we have three children, but he is still figuring it out.

Today I asked Daughter if she could wait until I was done my shower. She said yes. I rinsed the shampoo, put in the conditioner, washed my face, shaved my underarms, rinsed the conditioner, and she still made it on time. Must not have been that urgent in the first place. Maybe I can start locking the door...


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