This week, my kid learned how to open doors. Like, his bedroom door, our bedroom door, the bathroom door. Officially, there is no escape.

Now is the time that I have to set boundaries. I realized this when I was in the bathroom and he came in, all wide-eyed, repeating “Mommy, whatcha doin’? Mommy, whatcha doin’?” over and over. AND OVER. So I said to him, in a very serious tone, that Mommy needed some space.

He said okay, turned around and walked out.

Children are such a mystery to me.

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