Potty sanctuary!

Potty sanctuary!

Where pit stops meet rest stops

I have a confession: My bathroom is my safe haven.

Don't get me wrong, I used to have the problem of my sons popping in every two seconds no matter what I was doing, just like every other mom. But, now that my boys are getting older, we've been working really hard on teaching them that privacy is important.

While it's true that there are drawbacks to being the only gal in a family of five--like action flicks ALWAYS being chosen on family movie night--there are some perks. The biggest pro to being so drastically outnumbered is that I get to go to the bathroom by myself. And, I'm not going to lie, I've abused the privilege...a lot.

When the boys are having a mega energetic day...everyday...I can find sanctuary in the throne room. Sure, it's not as posh as the living room, but when I close that door behind me for a “bathroom break,” I know I can steal a solid few minutes to myself--and, I like it.

It's amazing how many activities I've learned to squeeze into three minute snippets. Sometimes I'll thumb through a magazine, while others are spent catching up with my pals on Facebook. If I'm feeling super saucy, I might grab a pair of tweezers and a hand held mirror and take care of those rogue chin hairs the boys left behind when they made their exits from my uterus--“temporary” my eye.

Yep. When I need a quick time-out, I head to the bathroom. It may not be glamorous, but it helps me to retain my sanity, and that's all that matters, right?