I guess that when you become a Mom that privacy is a thing of the past. I can't even remember the last time I was able to use the restroom without having a certain someone join me. Yep, I think every time I turn around Cameron is running after me into the bathroom and it doesn't matter how fast I run because he always catches up to me. There are times I don't mind the company, but seriously there are other times when I just wish it was me in the bathroom. Today he was watching Blue's Clues and I tip toed around the corner and into the restroom and was able to actually pee in private, but do you think I would be able to wipe in private?!? Uh, NO!! If he isn't in there asking me what I am doing then he is under the sink going through the box of tampons, panty liners and throwing everything that will fit into the trash can into the trash. Yep, even if it doesn't need to be going into the trash. So, once I am done using the restroom.... I have to dig all the stuff out of the trash can, put the tampons & panty liners back into the box and hurry up and shut the door before he goes for round two. He was telling me today that the wrapper for one tampon was purple and that another had green on it and well I guess we must go into the bathroom for a quick class on colors. It is funny because every time my husband has to use the restroom, I am sure to tell Cameron that Daddy is going potty, but would you think that he follows?!? Ah, nope. He must only follow me into the restroom and interrupt my potty time. Hmmm, you wonder why that is? I have tried locking him out of the bathroom, but then I have to use the restroom to the wonderful sounds of banging on the door, crying and fingers popping through the bottom of the door. I guess he just has me so far wrapped around his fingers that I can't stand to hear the screaming and crying and then I let him in.
So, did I tell you all about his recent thing that he is doing? Just this week we have been putting him to bed and he has not been having it AT ALL. He screams bloody murder, this scream is literally blood curdling. If you didn't know that there was no one in his room then you would think that someone was hurting him. The first couple nights...... Shawn and I would take turns and go get him because we just couldn't stand it anymore, but it has been 2 nights in a row where we haven't gone to get him and well it literally kills me. Oh, it is a scream that you wouldn't ever forget. It is just awful. So, I am hoping and praying that he doesn't do it again tonight because I am just not sure I can take much more of it. I would probably end up going up after him. So, do any of you wonderful Mommies have any ideas on what to do or how I can help him be a bit more calm at night? I am up for anything when it comes to helping soothe him a bit.....and me (lol). I am sure it is just the terrible two's stage, but there has to be something I can do to help him want to go to bed. I just hate hearing him cry..... it breaks my heart!!