It’s after 9:00 pm. Kids are in bed. I have just crawled into a piping hot bathtub with bubbles a foot and a half high. Twilight book number 2, New Moon, is within reach to the right, and to my left, a bottle of talking rain, yes, even with a straw. Bliss, no?
No.
Nature calls child #1 to take a #2 in the one bathroom in our house. She is so apologetic as she turns on the fan. I scowl, and sink below the bubble line. She’s sweet and while she is doing her business, she draws Mommy in the tub:
Its cute huh? Except for my HUGE knees, and cankles. Yikes. Look at all the bubbles in my hair! She loves to draw, little sweetie. And she was in there a long time. Of course with it being a small house, when Nature calls, other folks are usually with in ear shot, so after she finished, child #2 came in to do, yes, #2.
Can you BELIEVE it?! My gosh! He was in there a while too. He read the paper. Just kidding. I love my children, truly do. But no luck on catching a moment of bubbly bliss tonight. *Sigh*
My protective shield of bubbles......
9 Comments
March 3, 2009 at 5:24 am
That is so funny!!! I guess the kids are on a regular cycle. I think you need to slip them some natural fiber to speed things up. then your evenings can be #2 free.
March 3, 2009 at 7:46 am
At least you had bubbles…
March 3, 2009 at 4:52 pm
Did you know I love your blog? And I subscribe to it on my Google Reader? So I can read your posts the second they pop up? Because I love them THAT MUCH?
No? Are you sure? Because even though I never comment NOT EVEN ON FACEBOOK, I was expecting you to know how fantastic I think you are because my thoughts have the capability to osmose (that’s a word, right? the verb form of osmosis?) themselves through the air all the way from L.A. straight to your gorgeous curly head. Oh, you say they didn’t make it there? That if I just think nice thoughts about someone, they don’t automatically pick up on them? Dang, there goes that theory!
So here it is: I love your blog. You are adorable. Your kids are adorable. (although not cuter than mine. we need to discuss that) And I spit on my computer laughing at your kids in Starbucks. (usually I just say in a real loud voice, “Wait until I tell your mother what you did!”) And I loved the picture of you at Thanksgiving outside the RV at your folks’ house – can’t remember what it said just now, but I really enjoyed their bumper sticker.
I’ll try to comment more in the future. But if I don’t (because I”m notoriously unreliable) just know I”m thinking nice thoughts about you.
Jennifer Chappell
March 3, 2009 at 4:54 pm
Also… very quickly and then I’m done: Are those smell lines wafting out of the toilet? Brilliant child you have!
Jenn
March 3, 2009 at 8:33 pm
We have four bathrooms in our house and everyone uses the master bath. It stinks, literally. I’d love to teach them to replace the roll when it is empty, than I wouldn’t care where they do their business!
March 3, 2009 at 9:16 pm
I just… I… ya know… even with 3 bathrooms… there is that much difference. *sigh* At least ya got a great nude drawing of you from you little girl.
March 4, 2009 at 9:47 pm
Too cute! and too bad about the bliss fail.
March 12, 2009 at 1:33 pm
I can’t remember the last time I went into the bathroom alone.
We, as you know, also have only 1 bathroom.
We’re like freakin’ pioneers (with indoor plumbing).
Love that you are blogging again, sister!
May 6, 2009 at 12:06 pm
*Laughing* as I relive this moment by looking at our daughter’s picture!