Close the fek’n door ….

Yesterday I attempted to go the bathroom.  For me there are a lot of attempts.  I am like the dog you see who just has to find the right spot before it can go.

So I dash in from work, thinking I can throw the kids out of the car and make a quick b-line.  I try to go past Isabelle, but she starts to cry when she sees me.  Thinking quickly on my feet – I don’t have much time now – I grab her and some toys and take her to the “little girl’s room” with me.

No points for hygiene here, only for making a plan when there are pressing issues at play.

I think I have it sorted – it all seems to be working out nicely.  So I think.

Connor – my 8 year old – then pops in to tell me something so irrelevant that I was speechless.  He leaves, and leaves the door open – so I am screaming at the top of my lungs “Connor, Connor, close the DOOR!!”

“Connor!”

“C O N N O R ! ! ”

This goes on for some time as little boys appear to move out of ear shot really fast.

Connor does return at least two more times to ask me totally inappropriate questions considering the location:

“Can we play on the computer?”

“Can you watch me swim?”

In between his visits, Georgia pops in only to argue with me that her sister is using her toys – also leaving the door open.

The final straw was when Connor came back in – and gave me a jar of yohurt and a spoon and said: “Pepe said to give this to you…”   (it was food for Isabelle)

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  1. Hi, love your blog, can relate to so much. saw your blog on mommalicious mammas. I’m one of the authors on mommalicious blog, but I also have my own at http://www.mumdrum.blogspot.com. Will definately add you to my blogroll.

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  2. Tania

     /  February 22, 2010

    …and i have trained my daughter to do the same to my husband …he he he …and it works like a charm as he has always disappeared into the bathroom as his escape for an hour or more from the kids *WG*

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  3. reluctantmom

     /  February 19, 2010

    I have tried to tell them that I do not want to see them unless someone is dead or bleeding from an artery, but somehow they just must tell me something “quickly!”

    No wonder I have constipation issues – yes I know TMI!

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  4. bwahahaha!

    I can so relate to this. Tragedy also hits my kids as soon as I close door and place my bum on the seat!

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