So today I realized that there truly is no privacy with kids..
My son will be 4 in Feb and my daughter 2 in Jan...they both escorted me to the bathroom. It was like I needed to be chaperoned in order to take a $#i% and they volunteered happily for the job. I sat down and looked at my son perched precariously on the side of the tub, swinging his footed pajama feet as he watched me innocently. "Hunter can I just go to the bathroom alone right now?" I asked. He blinked confused "But I want to watch you poop." I sighed... "Buddy sometimes people just need to go to the bathroom alone." He didn't seem to hear me. "But I want to watch you." His sister began to climb into the bath tub. "Emma get out of the bath tub!" meanwhile I have yet to do any business. "Guys please just give me a few minutes ok?" Hunter reeled from the obviously personal attack on the fact that I didn't want him to watch me poop and yelled at me "BUT I WANT TO WATCH YOU POOP!!!" and I yelled back "AND I JUST WANT TO POOP IN PEACE!!!"
They watch me change my clothes, they see me get out of the shower, and they poke at the loose skin on my tummy from the three children I bore. They know no personal space or boundaries when it comes to mommy. It doesn't usually bother me, but I'm going to have to create some personal boundries eventually. My body and its functions are not my children's domain. Anyone else feel this way with small kids? When did you start drawing personal boundaries with your kids?
My son will be 4 in Feb and my daughter 2 in Jan...they both escorted me to the bathroom. It was like I needed to be chaperoned in order to take a $#i% and they volunteered happily for the job. I sat down and looked at my son perched precariously on the side of the tub, swinging his footed pajama feet as he watched me innocently. "Hunter can I just go to the bathroom alone right now?" I asked. He blinked confused "But I want to watch you poop." I sighed... "Buddy sometimes people just need to go to the bathroom alone." He didn't seem to hear me. "But I want to watch you." His sister began to climb into the bath tub. "Emma get out of the bath tub!" meanwhile I have yet to do any business. "Guys please just give me a few minutes ok?" Hunter reeled from the obviously personal attack on the fact that I didn't want him to watch me poop and yelled at me "BUT I WANT TO WATCH YOU POOP!!!" and I yelled back "AND I JUST WANT TO POOP IN PEACE!!!"
They watch me change my clothes, they see me get out of the shower, and they poke at the loose skin on my tummy from the three children I bore. They know no personal space or boundaries when it comes to mommy. It doesn't usually bother me, but I'm going to have to create some personal boundries eventually. My body and its functions are not my children's domain. Anyone else feel this way with small kids? When did you start drawing personal boundaries with your kids?
