The Price of Freedom?

How much does freedom cost for us mommies?...

...The baby is sleeping soundly in her swing. She hasn't stirred for a good ten minutes. I'm safe! The tyranical three year old is mezmerized by the talking zebra on tv. Whew. He's distracted. Great!
I grab my towel, underwear and bra, and race undetected into the bathroom. Aaaaah! A hot shower all by my lonesome. Washing away for two minutes straight and relishing in the "silence". Then I hear a knock on the door. And then pounding on the door. And then the door flies open (I can feel the rush of cold air and watch the shower curtain blow). Sigh. Here it comes.

"Mamma! I WANT TO SHOWER TOO! I NEED to shower!" Screaming, crying baby in background. The shower curtain flies open and I try not to sob in frustration.

The kid came out of my vagina for crying out load...why should I need privacy now?

Freedom? What's that?