No one told me that having a child means that you forego every ounce of your dignity from day one of finding that you've a peanut growing in your belly.
I mean the constant trips to the doctor and hospital for all the testing that gets carried out is fantastic to ensure that everyone is in fighting fit shape and doing what they are supposed to in these stages. However little did I know that I would also spend most of those 9 months on my back, spreading my legs at every doctor, nurse, junior consultant and tea lady (the last one was a complete mistake on my part). I'd spent a week in hospital and had so many people in and out that in the end I forgot about maintaining what little dignity I had left and it became a standing joke, curtains open, lie down, legs open. Everything in place - check! on they go.
Nowadays, with my dignity far flung out of my mind, I would just like a little privacy.
Once my son was born, I just couldn't get the hang of using the baby bath and it seemed far easier for me to just climb in the bath with him, it also helped me develop a stronger bond with him in a way that only a mother and baby can. There obviously came a time when I felt that he was stable/old enough to bath on his own but without realising it I was creating the way in future for an open door policy. By the time he could use the toilet on his own, he still had trouble wiping and flushing and it was standard for me to help him. What he also felt was that this was a normal experience and quite often he would walk right in when I was occupying it and as much as I hate it, he still does.
I have explained the whole privacy, closing doors, etc he still doesn't get it, well actually I know he does but he choses not to. Kid's eh! We've always been pretty open in our house and what I've managed to create is a child who has no sense of what privacy is. He feels quite comfortable sitting on the toilet or in the bath for the world to see and thinks nothing of walking in and chatting to me whilst I'm in there.
There are days when I am up and down, in and out and literally do not sit down from the moment I'm up at 5am to the moment I go to bed, usually around 1am. I'm a single mum and I work full time, quite often from home and there are times when the words MUM ring through the house so much that I just need 5 mins. It's not much you might think but 5 mins is actually like trying to steal the crown jewels in my house. So to combat the fact that the locks on the bathroom door do not keep my child out, I've resorted to sitting in the understairs cupboard.
I have become the Harry Potter of my house because there just isn't anywhere else I can go. Now if I could just get a secret toilet and bath in there my life would be complete.
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