I have a dream...

Yeah, it's probably the same dream as a lot of parents. I dream of a day, a day far far away, when I can go to the bathroom all by myself. When there's not a little girl in T Rex pajamas, wearing pink striped socks and a hot pink bow in her curly hair trying to wipe me. When I don't have to hold four toys, a roll of toilet paper, a sippy cup of milk while pooping. When there's not a dog sitting in the doorway, whining, because I've gone in a different room. Not that he can't come in there with me, you know. When I have just an ounce of privacy. When I can again be "free at last."