My bathroom attendant

As any mom alone at home with the kids can attest, I go to the bathroom with the door open.

Today I went and found myself having gone to the bathroom but then stuck without toilet paper. Tobey was bouncing around so I asked him to get the toilet paper from our bathroom (we don't bother to put it on the roller since it takes a contourtionist to reach; it just sits on our counter). I happily heard Tobey go and come back only to find he brought me one square, crumpled. I asked for the whole roll and he happily got it.

After I was done, I hadn't even finished zipping when Tobey put down the toilet seat cover and flushed for me. Somehow though, instead of feeling like royalty with a bathroom attendant, I was reminded how little dignity and privacy there is sometimes as a mom.