Then you know what happens? After I tell my kids that Mommy has to go potty and then lock myself in the bathroom for the aforementioned 12 minutes, I start to feel guilty. Shouldn't I be out there relishing every single moment with them? Somewhere in my brain I say YES! I completely should be. There will be a point in time when they won't want to look at my face, let alone have me read a book to them or snuggle on my lap.
And I DO want to do all those things. But sometimes, somewhere in the back of my head, I just want to be alone for a few minutes. With silence.