A Little Privacy, Please!!!

I don't think there is one room in a mother's home in which she can be alone. I mean fully, completely and utterly alone. I can usually get a good sixty seconds in before a little voice is heard trailing behind me...."mommmmm?"

The bathroom is no exception. Nothing is sacred, I tell you. (I especially love when I'm using "the facilities" and one of my children steps in, math book and pencil in hand, expecting me to help her find the solution...)

So today, while showering, I was not completely surprised when I sensed a presence with me. Although, it was strangely unusual this time. It was as if twelve sets of eyes were watching my every move. Indeed they were. As I turned around to rinse my lathered hair, this is what I see staring back at me.

I think I even heard the sea horse giggling at me. Who knew that little plastic creatures could make a gal feel insecure?