I remember when I used to grab a book everytime I needed to take a pooh.
One of three alternatives take place, whenever I need to take a pooh
1. while G naps, I race into the bathroom, leave the door open (in case she wakes up), and go…;
2. husband distracts G, I race into the bathroom, only to have her pounding on the door and crying, open the door, I want to come inside….;
3. if my husband is out, I leave the door open and go, at which point G wanders in and starts clapping, saying “you’re a clevvver girl. I’m so proud of you…” (she's in the midst of potty training)