Great, so how does that work? Where is my privacy? I can not recall the last time I used the bathroom or showered alone.
Using the bathroom is like a secret mission. I mouth the word and sign shower to the hubby. I sneak into the bathroom and no sooner I hear mommy what you doing? Mommy is going potty. Oh, you going poopies? Yes, mommy is going potty. This typically buys me just enough time to undress and quietly slide the shower doors open. But all three (yes, the hubby included) are conditioned to hear the shower door; apparently the noise from the shower door opening is a dog whistle. They come running. She opens the door; Mommy you take a shower? I come too. By now she is stripped down, Jackson is pushing her out of the way trying to crawl in clothes and all meanwhile, the hubby stands there just happy to get a peek.
Even pre-children showering alone was difficult. The hubby was then as bad as the kids are now. I guess that is why we have two children.
I relish the day I can say to all three Go, you be back. Until they fully understand, I will be showering and using the potty with an audience.