Sunday, March 14, 2010

A.M. Ambush

So I have this awful habit of not wanting to get out of bed to use the potty in the middle of the night. Child-like behavior, maybe, but I've seen one too many scary movies and am still under the impression that the boogieman is going to get me if I step foot out of my bed when it's dark out. You should also know that I keep a tall glass of water next to me to quench my insatiable thirst in the middle of the night. Why am I telling you my personal water to toileting ratio? There's a point, I promise.

Yesterday morning I was up at 6 nursing the twins. When they finally finished things up at the breakfast buffet, I was so desperate to pee that I ran across the hall into the bathroom, where Ben stood getting Carter dressed on the changing table. It's funny how once you get comfortable with a person, you have no qualms about plopping down on the john right in front of them. Ben isn't exactly a fan of this phenomenon but in my opinion he should be happy that I share everything with him! Anyway, on this particular Saturday morning, no one had a choice in the matter.

As I sat on the potty feeling sweet relief, all of a sudden cold water began to trickle down my shirt. I looked up in shock as my fresh little boy stood on the changing table, spray bottle in hand, giggling ferociously as my husband stood by laughing. I was unable to move, due to the sheer lengthiness of the peeing. Carter continued to spray me relentlessly as I sat paralyzed on the pot.

Why would one have access to a spray bottle of cold water you ask? Besides the obvious fact that my darling husband gave him one, you might like to know that Carter's hair has to be sprayed every morning due to a massive and chronic case of bed head.

So there you go. Despite what you may be thinking otherwise, it was not my own stupidity that landed me in this mess! Unless of course your mind goes back to my boogieman theory-from which you could in fact conclude ,that there is a moral to this story. Best risk the monsters of the night, or a mischievous little monster could await you in the morning!

2 comments:

  1. I think Reid and Landon may end up with worse bed head... !

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  2. Oh yeah, they're doomed with those mops :)

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