My youngest, Arlo (nearly 20 months old) is one of my biggest fans. It’s rare for him to not be right by my side, which is a blessing and a curse. I love love love my sweet, snuggly guy… But when a man’s gotta doo, a man’s gotta doo. And it’s hard to doo when there’s a toddler begging for your attention.
Our bathroom doors don’t stay shut. At least, not very well. We have two bathrooms and one door shuts and stays shut pretty okay, but it’s a tiny bathroom and the toilet is wedged between a super close sink and opposing wall. And I’m a burly guy! So, I use the second bathroom for my trips to the pool. But the door of that bathroom doesn’t catch so it’s fairly easy for anyone to barge right in.
Enter: Arlo the Destructor. If I let him in, I can’t do my business. He’s a wild man; nearly falling into the bathtub, grabbing at me or my phone, or just overall being a feral toddler. Now, there’s a stool in that bathroom that I use when bathing the kids and I can wedge that against the door and keep it in place with my big toe… But that just pisses the Destructor off. I mean, banging and screaming and threats upon my life. He only has a few words right now but they consist of, “mama, dada, tickle-tickle, bye-bye,” and “I will end you, Father, if you don’t let me into this bathroom!”
I don’t have a solution. I know he’ll grow out of it. I just have to scoop him up when I’m done, give him some tickles and kisses, and he’ll be fine. Poopin’ ain’t easy.