Bathroom Bliss

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Patience:
A minor form of despair
disguised as a virtue.  

~ Ambrose Bierce

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There she stands.  Hip popped, foot tapping.  As if I'd kept her waiting all her massive lifetime of three years.  Angry that I locked the door and kept her out.  Furious that I took a moment to put myself first.  Leaving me with a realization that, her future at four remains yet to be seen.  

What caused this sudden onset of dismay?  What could cause this otherwise sweet girl to bang on a door like a tyrant?  What could have pushed her to the brink of nearly tearing off a door knob?  The bathroom my friends, the bathroom.  

You see, it's been a good nine years since I have had a moment of privacy in the bathroom.  Now, I'm not talking about actual bathroom time.  Well, at least not all the time.   It would be nice to get ready in the morning, brush my teeth, even remove my contacts without a child nipping at my heels like a stray dog.  I would DIE for a few solitary moments, alone, in my own bathroom.    

So, it's no surprise that I found those few moments of bliss this morning.  Daughters of the year are at grandparents of the year's house.  Mere words can't express the pure joy this brought to me.  No one pointing at gray hairs, asking what I'm doing, what that item is, or questioning every flaw on my body as though they are a doctor.  No one telling me to "turn down" the hair dryer or climbing the toilet to get on the counter for a closer view of what mommy is doing.  No one yanking on the door knob with such force leaving me wondering if I will actually be able to open the door.  One word can describe this experience -  BLISS!  

I even almost forgot how quickly I can get ready without having to also prepare two other human beings to face the day.  Let me rephrase that.  Two human beings that stall, procrastinate, get distracted by shiny objects and suddenly slip into infancy.  I find it interesting that daughter of the year #1 can one day remember how to get herself ready and the next not even know which leg to put in which underwear hole.  How do these things happen?  

I have two more days of alone bathroom time.  I know, you're jealous.  I plan to really enjoy it while I can.  Here's wishing you all 10 minutes of alone bathroom time.  Either that or a very patient child and a sturdy door knob.  

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