When you can't go into the bathroom and lock the door without ALL THREE of your children crying as if they've just witnessed you falling into a live volcano, things are bad. You begin to wonder how things could have gotten to this point. Then you stop wondering because you realize there are 3 children trying to climb up your body. I wanted to take a bath after Scott got home. Basically I just wanted a break. Today was rough. I figured Scott could cook dinner, I could have a relaxing bath & the kids could play in the living room or watch TV. Sometimes I get reality confused with my dreams. Once the kids found out I was not going to be completely accessible for 15 minutes, our loving, playful home suddenly transformed into a wild uproar of screaming & tears I filled the tub with water & got in. Within minutes, Judah was at the door, crying & banging on it. Eventually Scott took him away. This would be followed immediately by Willow at the door, screaming, crying & knocking on it, "Hello? Hello?", she would say. It was so hard not to open the door. Sebastian had a breakdown before I even entered the bathroom. He begged me not to take a bath, as if I was doomed for life if I entered the bathroom in privacy. Obviously you can probably guess that privacy in the bathroom does not happen for me during the day. I stayed in the tub for about 5 minutes & then the guilt got to me. I stepped out of the tub & opened the door to a sobbing Willow. She looked up at me, stopped crying & suddenly didn't know what to do. Ha! She didn't even ask me to pick her up. She just started following me around. When Judah found out that I was no longer behind a locked door he clung to me like a magnet. I held him in my arms and he held on tight, as if I might go in for a shower later. And Sebastian, well he said "hi" & didn't even get up from his chair.