As a busy parent, I often find myself sneaking away from the chaos of family life, much like a stealthy ninja. I tiptoe through the living room, past the children’s play area, and finally retreat to what was once my haven — the master bathroom. This space, featuring a spacious soaking tub and a pristine marble countertop, has now become a rare oasis of tranquility amidst the noise and busyness of parenthood.
Since my little one arrived, that lovely tub has transformed into a makeshift changing station. It’s more like a small pool than a place for relaxation, and the shower? Well, it’s as if it vanished altogether, much like my personal hygiene routine. Did I manage to shower yesterday or was it the day before? sniff
I carefully remove the door stopper and close the door, savoring the moment of peace. But then, I realize my phone is still in my pocket. Oh sweet escape, how I’ve missed you!
Settling on the toilet, I dive into my emails and social media, racing to catch up on everything I’ve missed while being immersed in parenting. I’m fully engaged, lost in the latest updates from friends, family, and the world outside my home. Just as I start to relax, though, my instincts kick in. I feel that familiar tug in my gut — I know what’s coming.
Before I can brace myself, tiny fingers start to slip under the door, and then comes the unmistakable wail of “Mooooom!” My heart sinks. I’ve barely been gone two minutes, but in toddler time, that might as well be an eternity. Panic sets in; surely I must be in trouble, or worse, lost! I can already picture my little one debating whether to call for 911 or simply to investigate.
Just as I start to feel guilty for wanting this moment of solitude, my partner chimes in from the other side, “Moms poop too, buddy.”
And there it was — a revelation I would have never shared years ago. Back then, I avoided the topic of bodily functions as if it were a taboo subject. I would wait until my partner was out of the house to take care of business, even planning my restroom visits around travel or social events. But motherhood has a way of breaking down those barriers, hasn’t it?
The reality is, after my C-section, things changed dramatically. Between the medications and the adjustments to my body, I realized that embracing the messy truths of parenthood was a part of the journey. “Moms poop too,” has become an empowering mantra for me, and honestly, it feels liberating.
Today, I’m ready to embrace this new normal. I’ll take my time in here. “Yes, Mama’s pooping! I’ll be out in 10,” I reply, finding a little humor in the madness.
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In summary, parenthood is a wild ride filled with unexpected moments. Finding a bit of privacy, even for something as simple as a bathroom break, is a small victory worth celebrating. So here’s to all the parents out there who are navigating this beautifully messy journey!