WARNING: This story contains language that some might consider unsuitable for blogging.

“PLEASE! Let me poop in PEACE!!!” Yes, those words came out of my mouth. . . I said it. . . I'm not proud of it. . . but I meant it.

And as I sat there thinking about what just came out of my mouth – I was in shock. For never in my life did I ever think I would say those words. But . . . life changes once you bring a little baby into the world. It changes even more when you add a second one. Then, they start to grow. And they learn to walk and talk. And they follow you around (everywhere). Then they really learn to talk. Begging to have a friend over to play with, begging to play outside, begging for a treat or snack, begging to play Wii, begging for some more and more juice, and talking and begging and talking. Just being a kid.

And there I go – for a moment of calmness. In my sanctuary. My bathroom.

Today I sat in the bathroom as one child kept walking in and out (I knew I should have locked the door) and the other stood in the doorway begging for me to be done (seriously . . . “Mom, when are you going to be done?”).

Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore I yelled, “PLEASE!!! Will you please let me poop in PEACE!!!!”

That was it. It was out there – in the universe. Done. Seven years ago I worked in an office, made a decent living, wore high heel shoes and make-up, and could never have imagined saying those words. Today, life is different. But it’s the best life I’ve ever had. I wouldn’t change a single thing.

And today my daughters walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. And I was in peace.