Toilet Stops Post Children

One of my favourite blogs, @hurrah4gin pretty much nailed it with this. If I'm lucky enough to get in the toilet and whip my knickers to my ankles without the small humans knicking the toilet from under me, standing pointing and loudly telling me my arse is too big for the seat or inviting the entire road in for a get together, then I'll take that opportunity to lock myself away and scroll through anything that takes my fancy. If I've remembered to stash some snacks from a previous bath time, all the better. However, sometimes I forget that it's not great when out and about. Like at the weekend at my inlaws. I crept off whilst the grandparents entertained the kids for 5 minutes and happily sat there {no snacks though disappointingly}. For about 30 minutes. When I had read enough memes, saw enough dancing cats & bought our dream home with an imaginary lottery win budget, I decided I'd best rejoin the party. No one said anything but Mr Pea gave me the look that said he knew exactly what I'd been doing {& that he was massively jealous of the alone time I'd just had} but that the parents thought I'd had a dodgy curry for tea last night. I didn't care. I'd just had the most "me" time I'd had in a week. And they have a lovely bathroom. I simply smiled and asked if they had more cake. They did. By my standards, that was a pretty good 45 minutes 👍