My husband came home from work the other day to find me - his lovely though frazzled wife - standing in the kitchen attempting to make dinner while also keeping the 2 year old from sitting on the 5 month old, and the dog from eating our cat. In short, it was a normal evening. Loving man that he is, he sees immediately that I am about 4 arms short of being able to handle the situation long term, and offers to help by taking one or both of the kids to the living room so I can cook in peace. I believe he does as much for my sanity as for the fact that a distracted wife tends to serve burned and over salted dinners. But first, he says, I need to go to the bathroom.
And then something miraculous happened: He closed the door.
He was in the bathroom, ostensibly using the facilities, and my 2 year old was on the other side of the door. Just staring. She looked bewildered, as though she had never seen something like this before - a magical entity that shut her off from the joys of interrupting an adult in the restroom. She looked at me, then at the door, and then at me again. "Daddy's going pee-pee" she announced and then ran off.
Why haven't I thought of this before? This amazing invention has been here all this time - and I, foolish Mom, have ignored it's power. So, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go test out this new contraption right now and see what 3 minutes of privacy feels like.