We’re friends right?!
Like the kinda friends with whom I can share an anecdote from my life that might make you {and me} blush?
If we’re not there yet, feel free to skip this post.
But if we are in fact besties, then prepare yourself for what you’re about to read.
And then tell me I’m not alone {please}.
There are few “activities” in my life that I get to experience in complete solitude. One of these “activities”, usually takes place once the hubby is done with work so he can watch Baby W while I take two minutes for #2.
Yep, I said it!
I go number two.
And yep, it only takes me about 2 minutes {I’ve learned to be quick}. And during that time I like to be alone–imagine that.
So when Baby W begins banging on the bathroom door yelling “Momma…Mom…Mom” and then slides his chubby little fingers under the door so that I can see them wiggling…well, you can see how it’s difficult to focus on the task at hand.
And then to top things off, instead of pulling Baby W away from the bathroom door to allow Momma to enjoy her 2 minutes in peace, the hubby opens it for him…and then shuts the door behind him once he has walked in before I have the chance to protest…
So now it’s me, Baby W and a roll of toilet paper that the Lil guy has decided to unravel down to the last sheet. And now Baby W would like to crawl up onto my lap, because as far as he’s concerned, I’m just sitting in a chair anxious to play with him and a roll of unraveled toilet paper.
So much for 2 minutes to myself…sigh.
Are we still friends–or have I scared you away forever?
