Fight for the right to potty...

I don’t tend to be an over-sharer, especially about bathroom habits. But I would like to take this moment to go outside my comfort bubble and talk to all of you about pee. More specifically, my troubles with peeing.

Let me start by saying that Bug is in a very nosy phase. He isn’t particularly needy; he just always wants to know what everyone is doing. He isn’t impressed by the prospect of being plopped in the living room to play with his toys when others are in, say, the kitchen or bathroom. He wants to be part of the action. This is fine most of the time, as I just let him chill in his highchair while I cook or whatever.

However, if I dare disappear into the bathroom for even 30 seconds, he goes bat shit. He needs to be involved. And I’m just not thrilled about having to haul a baby into the bathroom with me all the effing time.

Now let’s back up a moment. My pee problem started with pregnancy. Then, I had to pee like every two or three minutes…and if I ever wanted to get anything done…like make it through a Top Chef marathon, I couldn’t really stop everything every minute. It became quite a struggle.

Then when Bug was born, the pee problem continued. All I ever craved was a second or two alone so I could relieve myself in peace. But Bug went through a fussy stage from about birth to 3 months and would freak the eff out if I set him down. Needless to say, I held it a lot.

In fact, I still find myself harboring some resentment towards B’s father. He really took his bathroom time seriously and would camp out in the bathroom for like 45 minutes after he got home from work…I would have killed for that much time to pee in silence.

So, now that Bug has become more independent and capable of amusing himself for a few minutes at a time, I can’t lie…I started to get excited about being able to pee…by myself…nothing to distract me but the bathroom fan…

But no. He is far too worried mommy is doing something fun without him and crawls/scoots his way into the bathroom within seconds of me making contact with the seat.

Sigh…

Love,
mama & b