Friday, September 09, 2005

I love it when...

I can barely get my pants up from going to the bathroom and the kids are pushing the door open to get out..or worse yet when we are in public and Emma tries to open the stall door mid-pee. I have learned lately to occupy her with counting the tiles on the floor or wall in the stall until I am done. That mostly works. I am sure the other ladies get a kick out of that.

11 comments:

Jodi said...

That is exactly why I send all the kids out with daddy after they have pottied and THEN I go in by MYSELF! LOL

I can't even pee because I am so afraid one of my kids will open the door, or climb under the stall.

The joy of children!

Family Of Five said...

That is exactly the feeling I talk about that Mike (I think most husbands) never has to deal with!!! I know exactly how you feel!!

The Rev said...

FOF,

What? Wow.

Although Lori is the one that deals with it for the majority of the time I can honestly say I that understand completely. I have been there, dancing around the bowl (I should probably sit) trying to have some privacy, trying to keep Oliver from coming over and getting "hosed", chatting with him to keep him from playing in the garbage or leaving the stall. That makes is sound like a huge stall. I usually try to go in the wheelchair-accessible stall.

Shame on you Mike.
Shame on "most husbands".

Family Of Five said...

You Rock Steve!!!

Evey said...

Oh how I look forward to the days. Although.....

I have had OTHER peoples children crawl under into my stall. LOL. now that is not a pleasant surprise! haha Some strange child looking up at you saying "whatcha doing".....WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK IM DOING!?!?! lol

Evey said...

LOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRI where arrrrrre yooooooooooouuuuu??????

Alison said...

It must be an age thing! happens here too....

Angie said...

lol I'm sorry...lol I can just see this happening. It happens with me with Justice too. Inpatient children anyway ;) lol

Just think when they grow up and no longer want to barg in on you going to the bathroom, you'll miss it.

Darlene said...

Isn't it wonderful when they ask a question in the stall like, "Was that a fart mommy?" You don't dare keep silence because they'll just ask again all the more louder. There is no privacy when kids are around. From the moment their born, your crotch is on display followed by a set of boobs for all the world to see every time the baby gets hungry. Pardon the language, I had to say it, and I knew you could take it.

Lori said...

Darlene,
It is SO true. Your crotch and boobs are no longer sacred once you have kids....nothing is in fact. They want whatever is on your dinner plate or in you purse even though they have their own. Gotta love the little angels though because soon they will have nothing to do with us.

Shelley said...

Ahhh...the mid-pee bathroom stall opening. What a wonderful experience. They are too much hey!