This morning I had to go. And as what's-his-face in Jurassic Park says, "Well, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go."
This is especially true when pregnant. London was doing her own thing, so I figured this was the perfect moment. I sneakily ran into the bathroom, but left the door open so I would be able to hear if there was an emergency. As soon as I'm situated on the porcelain throne, London comes waltzing in, chatting me up in her sweet gobbledgook. Well, it's hard to go when someone is right there watching you (or maybe just me?? I guess I get stage-fright???). So I did what anyone would do--I try to distract her with toys that are right outside in the hallway. "London, do you see your puppy-dog out there? Go and grab your doggie!" All this succeeded in doing was having her bring me multiple toys to hold in my lap. My naked lap. Then she decides to climb up on my lap too. Somehow I finally managed to convince her that it would be more fun for her and the toys on the bathroom floor than in Mommy's lap, hurriedly did my business, and tried to keep her from sending a rubber ducky into the swirling pond while washing my hands. Remember when the bathroom was a sacred refuge??? I get the feeling it's not going to be that way for the next 10 years or so.
And that is life with a toddler. Somewhere between horrifying and amusing. But mostly amusing.
I also couldn't help but think of this image while this all was happening:
|Found on pinterest.|