Adventures in our bathroom: Just sit down on the throne and pull up my Biggest Blunders in History book. Crohns.....this may take a while. Sigh, fml. (You dont even wanna know...) Hear the sounds of size 8 toddler feet pounding their way closer & closer to the bathroom. Please be going to the babys room. Knock, knock, knock! Mama! Potty! Goddamnit, never a moments peace, not even to suffer through this intestinal hell. In walks the toddler, ripped off Pull-Up in hand. Whats up, babe? Came to keep me company? (Please say no and leave.) No Mama....mine turn! Youve gotta be kidding me. We fight and compromise with you all day to get on the potty to pee/poop and you just willingly come prancing in right now!? Ohh..are you sure? Mama, my potty! My pee! Fine. You better produce some results kiddo. Gets up, sets up the toilet with her seat. Hook her up with her own book because lord knows it takes her forever. 💨💨💨 Mama, I done! Are you kidding me? Did you really just kick me off the potty so you could come in and just fart!? ........yeah. It figures. Then I hear liquid on liquid. Woohoo Mama! High pibe (five)! Man oh man, you are so lucky girl. That was almost a category 5 on the mommy stress Richter scale. And GOOD JOB!!! 😆
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 23:30:38 +0000