Turns out, I have my own bathroom but I never seem to have it to myself. And I’ve been quite vocal about it to my girls, Mgazi and Zaffron. If I’ve told them once, I’ve told them a thousand times (<– Oh my God, how did my mother get here?)…
“Mommy uses her bathroom. You guys use yours.”
Last night, Mgazi was sitting on the pot (her own pot) and the bathroom door was wide open. I walked in and asked if she needed help. After all, she’s only five and any responsible parent conducts random inspections.
Me: Hey Gaz. You need any help wiping or anything?
Mgazi: Mommy! Get out! Can’t you read?
Me: Get out? What are you talking about?
Mgazi: I made a private sign. Daddy helped me write it.
Me: What’s a private sign?
Mgazi: It’s a sign that gives me privacy! I want to be in the bathroom all by myself.
I looked around the bathroom and behind the door that had been wide open!
Me: Honey, I don’t see a sign.
Mgazi [rolling her eyes and exhaling a sigh that indicates she'd just about run out of patience with her dimwitted mother]: It’s right there, Mom, on the kitchen table!