Such a strange mix of emotions in this family about this one thing:
I can't get this kid to go near it.
I can't keep these kids away from it.
And I can't get 30 seconds to myself to enjoy it.
(My mom captured this picture after she heard them banging on the door yelling trying to get in when I'd gone in to go to the bathroom. By the time she'd gotten there at least they'd taken to trying to problem solve and crawl their way in under the door.)
Honestly, I swear I'll hold it all day just to not have to deal with the mess it is just trying to go to the bathroom. If I leave the door open, I have two little babies crawling all over me, sitting on my lap, playing with the plunger, toilet brush, or whatever else they can find that that shouldn't be playing with. Then when I try to get up, I try to keep a hold of my pants with one hand while grabbing one baby and trying to shove them out the door, hoping I'll be fast enough that #2 won't realize the toilet is now open for playing (and full now, mind you because flushing at this point will undoubtedly draw more attention to it and make it look even more inviting to play with). Chances are, I still couldn't do it fast enough and #2 has noticed and is now playing in the toilet, so while I grab him and wash him off, #1 has made his way back.... You see how it goes. So I may try to close the door and listen to them bang and scream at the door and melt down into total tears. When I try to open the door after this scenario, inevitably someone sneaks past me and rushes to the toilet while I'm grabbing after the other one, and the previous scenario ensues. Or I have to physically knock them both down to get out without them managing to get in and someone hits his head or in some other way gets hurt in the process. Or alternatively, all the banging on the door and screaming draws Cash's attention, so he comes and opens the door and the same thing happens all over again.
I'm having such issues with being tired of being touched, tugged, pulled, jumped on, or grabbed at all the time, that really, is 2 minutes to myself in the bathroom too much to ask for? (Sometimes lately I've had to shove everyone off me and yell "Nobody touch me for like 5 minutes!" and go hide off in a corner by myself. Not like it actually works though.)
As a side note, the drink and pee doll is on it's way,
I read my potty book, now all that's missing is some serious motivation on my part. Neither of us is really all that bugged with diapers, can't I just deal with it before he starts kindergarten? And do you see my hesitation to actually try to increase toilet time in this house? Because of course when I attempt to potty train it's going to end up all 4 of us cramped into the bathroom and the twins trying every way they know how to get at that splashy irresistible toilet water.
Now you can see why I bought the water table.