All of parenting a small child can, I think, be summed up in this exchange:
Ramona: Where are you going, Mummy?
Me: Excuse me, I need a wee.
Ramona: *following me into the bathroom* And I will stand here and watch you.
This is just how it is. Don’t bother to fight it; you’ll lose.
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Excellent post. I am facing some of these issues as well..