We have one bathroom in our house. When we bought the house I didn't care. I grew up with one bathroom and while I figure our future children would likely have the typical teenage fights about whose turn it was in the bathroom, I felt no sympathy for them. They would figure it out.
Now I have much sympathy for me.
Our one bathroom is on the second floor. It is up a steepish set of stairs that are too high and too numerous for a toddler to manage on his or her own. It is also too high and too numerous for a tired mother to run up when her potty training child needs to, well, use the potty.
The solution to this potty problem has been to scatter four white potties all over the first floor. This was critical when the girl was was first transitioning out of her diapers. And then they stayed. Mostly because it was easy. It was easier to have four white potties all over the first floor than to get her to go upstairs by herself or to go with her and drag the boy (then a baby) with me.
The girl loves it. She loves that she doesn't have to stop whatever it is she is doing for too long and traipse upstairs. In fact, I would say that she prefers it to using the toilet. She particularly likes her private bathroom.
I can't remember how the private bathroom started. I think it was the husband's attempt to give her some privacy in a private moment. It has stuck. Now she calls out for her private bathroom and waits patiently on her potty until one of us gets out the pink Disney princess tent a friends of my mother-in-law bought the girl after the boy was born. The tent is slowly lowed over her and it is as if a coronation has taken place. The queen is on her throne.
I have grown tired of the four white potties. I would like to retire them permanently but I'm not sure I have the strength for the fights that will ensue. I also don't know how practical that would be since I plan to start potty training the boy soon.
What I would really like is a proper, hooked up to the pluming porcelain toilet on the first floor. That would make me feel like a Queen. I am sure that by the time we can afford to squeeze one into our small first floor it will be no longer needed. By then the kids will be walking up and down the stairs like champs and I will instead be longing to finishing the basement so that I can hide down there. Or hide them down there. One or the other.