Saturday, January 29, 2011

Being a mother...

...means that you sacrifice all privacy.  For me, it happened the day Jayden was born, when 30 people gathered in a small hospital room and simultaneously stared at my goods.


I just got around to showering today at 8 p.m.

I was looking forward to being, myself, and the hot water.

So I put Spongebob on and told the kids to park it on the couch until further notice.  Jayden, unfortunately, had other plans.

She decided that it would be a great time to visit me in the bathroom and poop.

A hot steamy bathroom + poop = BAD COMBINATION.

So I poured an extra helping of body wash on my loofah in an effort to smell apricots instead of poop.

Luckily, it worked.

Maybe next time I'll lock the door.