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I close the bathrooh to entice her out of whatever hiding spot she’s squeezed herself into I head for the toilet and let out a breath for this rare ot to pee alone

By the ti cry comes from the bathroom door

Coby

Damn it I just need two minutes

“I know, baby,” I call out “Mommy’s nearly done”

“Mommy?”

Ryan

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“Coby crying”

“I know,” I cringe, i her shit over not being in here right now The door starts to wiggle “No, no I’m nearly done”

“Coby crying,” Ryan repeats

“She’s alright”

“She wants you, Moles some more “Mommy?”

“I know Just wait …” The door is ripped open “Ughhh” So close

The sound of h pitched, happy as shit squeal echoes from the bathroom door Not a second later, I watch as she pulls herself up to her feet as though she’s drunk one too many bottles of h “Mommy just needs to do a quick wee”

She s eyes and those two little teeth poking out at the bottoive in I was stupid to think I’d be able to pee alone IMy head clearly isn’t screwed on properly Nonetheless, I get to business, hating how normal this is, but what can I do?

Ryan waltzes in behind her sister and goes straight for the cupboards, rifling through and knocking shit over like the little hurricane she is “Ryan, no,” I groan as the packet of cotton tips tuoes everywhere “Damn it”