Poop at work phobia

One of the things I love most about leaving behind the career path and taking a sharp right into Mommyworld, is my potty freedom. As an elementary teacher, I had to follow a rigid schedule. School began at 7:40. I had to hold any urge to use the pot until recess at 10. I then had twenty minutes to run , wait in line ( and there was a line. We all were on the same schedule) , and relieve myself. The choice of pots was between the big handicap stall with the echo effect or the small stall that had the regurgitation effect. Nothing like a toilet spitting back at you. Of course, this all included a guaranteed captive audience. ( long line, remember). Sometimes, the line was so long that it was backed up into the hall with the door propped open conveniently within earshot of the Principal's office. Nothing like sharing your bodily noises with the ol' boss. We then had only one other designated potty break during our work day. ...lunch! God help ya if you have a small bladder or happen to be pregnant or have to poop. My work as a teacher allowed me the opportunity to practice holding it ( whatever It was). If I got a little gassy in the classroom, what the Heck? I was surrounded by 8 year olds. If we happened to receive a classroom visitor, who would guess I was the phantom farter? And the kids would never imagine that a teacher cut the cheese. Teachers live at school and lack anuses, right? Unfortunately, with this kind of lax gas attitude, one did get caught with their pants down ( so to speak) when correcting papers after school. Oops. Is that the Superintendant about to enter my classroom? Where are the kids to cover for this gas cloud?
I did catch on to my neighboring co-worker who when pregnant would run to the children's bathroom during morning language arts lesson. ( so brazen!) Keep in mind, in a perfect world, we all would have had teacher aides who could watch the class while we went out for a quick pee ( or whatever). However, with cut backs, we had only 3 hours of aide time per week. So, to sum, I am happy to partake in my early morning bathroom break with an audience of two - my 3 year old and toddler. So much more private these days.