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If you have small children, you probably know that it is nearly impossible to go to the bathroom in peace. By "in peace," I mean peacefully, without interruptions, without a little person following you to the commode and either getting into the products under the sink or literally hanging on top of you while you try to handle your business. Once I ran to the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind me, thinking I had beat the system, only to have to listen to 3 straight minutes of "MOOOOMMY!MOOOOMMY!" as both my daughters banged on the door. I can't win.

Today, I was misled into thinking that all the times I'd said "Please leave me alone for two minutes while I use the bathroom, PLEASE!" had finally sunk in. The girls were watching Blues Clues, so I quietly snuck down the hallway. As I closed the door behind me, I was sure one of them had heard the click and would come running after me, but I was in luck! No pitter-patter of feet down the hallway. I should have known it was too good to be true. I washed and dried my hands and made my way back to the living room and just before I rounded the corner I heard Leila shout "Miiiiiia!" I let out a deep sigh, poked my head around the corner and saw that Mia, in the few moments I was in the bathroom had single-handedly emptied and spread around the living room half the dirt from our potted plant. There is no such thing as a free lunch. My two minutes of solitude had cost me a 10 minute bath and a five-minute sweep job. Fun times.