It used to be I could enter my bathroom in peace. Whether I had to use the toilet, take a shower or brush my teeth, I'd have a little bit of privacy. Now, I can't do anything alone.
Brushing my hair is one thing. After all, it's pretty cute when she grabs a comb or brush and imitates me. But sitting on the toilet is another thing entirely.
If I go to the bathroom when Keith is home, I shut the door. But Autumn will stand outside, lean on the door and occasionally holler until I'm done. If Keith is not home, I leave the door open. Autumn runs in after me and hands me the toilet paper as soon as I sit. She's been doing this for a while. But now she's learned the word "potty," so she says potty the whole time and then proceeds to tap her hand on my upper thigh, quite near my butt. One time she tried to shove me off the potty, because she wanted to put her potty seat on the toilet. (But she doesn't want to sit on her potty seat... she just wants to place it on the toilet.) All I have to say is that it's a good thing I'm not gun-shy when someone's in the room. If I was, I'd never be able to empty my bladder because I'm rarely alone anymore.
As if this wasn't enough, when I shower in the morning, I see the corner of the shower curtain peel back. Then a little face watches me the whole time. If some water gets on the edge of the tub, she'll smear it around with her hands. When I'm done and I slide the curtain back, she'll hand me my towel or bathrobe. I do appreciate that, but does she really need to watch me the whole time I'm showering? Can't she go eat Cheerios with Daddy?
For now, it's OK. Because fortunately she's cute and she's little and, most importantly, she doesn't announce embarrassing things about my body or its functions in public places yet. If the day comes that she announces to a store clerk what Mommy did in the potty that morning, I might have to re-examine the whole issue.