The day began with me hammering on the bathroom door and yelling "let me in!! mummy needs a wee!!!". It wasn't a good way to start the day after another abysmal nights sleep (partly courtesy of Tom and partly as a result of an inability to fall asleep recently) and was probably a slight overreaction. Let me explain. So we have been having our new bathroom fitted for the last week and a half, which has been dire, but could have been a whole lot worse. But what it does mean is that we have not had a working toilet on the 1st floor for about a week now, so we have to go up to the 2nd floor to use the loo (which is just a basic toilet and basin). Ten to seven this morning Tom woke me saying his eyes were crusty (I know, nice), so I said that I would take him downstairs to clean them because that's where the cotton wool was, but that first of all I needed to go for a wee. At which point he leapt up and over me and raced upstairs giggling that he was going to be first. Fine. Except not. He locked the door and then refused to open it. Now you must understand that I was desperate. I was running a high sugar level which means that your body tries to get rid of the sugar through urine. So I really, really needed to go. And the little bugger refused to let me in. I was so cross with him! I pleaded, I ordered, I demanded. I pretended to walk away to trick him into opening it. No go. At this point Steve came upstairs to find out what the hullabaloo was, and his reaction was to switch the light off. Cue hysterical screaming from the bathroom. Would he open the door. Would he, buggery. I am appalled at the level of stubbornness my youngest child exhibits, I fear we have many more such stand offs waiting for us!!
PS I took the lock off.
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