There I sat, doing my business on the toilet, my laptop living up to its name as I caught up on e-mail. (Hey, laptops are portable for a reason! Okay, you're right. It's kinda gross.) And then...
...Chickie came in to ask for a banana, which she was already holding, half-eaten. While Chickie was still in the bathroom...
...Zoodle, in his swing, started to scream. While he was screaming...
...the home phone rang. While it was ringing...
...the cell phone rang. While it was ringing...
...As Chickie tried to climb into (or onto?) the trash can, she dropped her banana into it.
And underneath it all, the soundtrack of annoying classical music coming from the baby swing.
I think a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I used to be able to spend a few private, quiet minutes in the bathroom each morning. Or was that just a dream?
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I'm so tired of being joined in the bathroom that I'll sometimes hold it until the hubby gets home from work just so I can have a few minutes of peace behind a locked door. Sick but true.
I'm snorting with laughter and nodding my head in agreement :-)
try that with 3 kids! LOL
I put Molly in her playroom, which is actually our closed-in back porch with a baby gate blocking off the door, when I need some "private time." (The baby gate is hard for even most adults to figure out how to open, so if she is particularly precocious I can do this till she's old enough to climb over it...)
So the sounds of motherhood for me are screams when she either hurts herself or, more often, just gets bored out there. And the feeling of motherhood is crouching over with my pants around my ankles, sticking my head out the door to check and make sure she's okay so that I know if I can finish or not...
Now I don't feel so bad for taking Garrett into the bathroom and putting him in a basket across from the toliet as I did my business. Of course, that's before I longed for some privacy! I love that you were brave enough to share this with us, sometimes I worry I am too personal with what I share. :)
What Beth does not tell you is on this same day, at the same time...she is babysitting my 65 pound plus part lab, part mystery dog, who Ana thinks the mystery part in the dog's pedigree is Pony. All the while, taking care of me, who's totally wigged out about my transition into graduate school housing, not being able to sell my house and finding a possibly cancerous mole on my back with only two days left of insurance.
Beth you are amazing! By the way, with all this happening, Beth continues to smile!!
So scarily funny and true!! Thanks for the laugh. I don't know if you were laughing at that moment, but you will later when you read your entry :)
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