Nature Calls

This morning was rough! I woke up from a night filled with dreams that would give anyone anxiety. I finally managed to return to the "real world" and face the tasks of the day. We bid farewell to another family and returned home ready to press on. The kids convinced me that they needed to have a picnic in the backyard before doing their jobs. Since I was busy handwashing dishes, I didn't argue. It would keep them entertained. I had already dropped one glass and broken it a moment ago. As I washed, the phone rang. It was a good friend, recently departed from the neighborhood with a predicament involving another good friend. Long story.... no time. As I got off the phone with her I became painfully aware of my stomach. Completely knotted and in turmoil. I rushed to the restroom to avoid any other catastrophe. Now, one would think that a person could take a break from work and use the restroom without too much commotion. When I worked at an office job this would occur a couple times a day at least with no major disruption. Well, for those of you who may not know, homemaking/mothering is NOT like an office job! I have yet to make a trip to the girl's room without being interrupted by a child, the phone, the door, or all of these. So, back to the story. I am in the bathroom when Kaylee comes in shouting and pounding on the door. "Mom, Charles is naked." Ok- Kaylee's definition is if 1. someone is in their underwear or 2. Charles has nothing on below his shirt. The second happens often because Charles will kick off his pants while using the bathroom and need help to redress. No problem. I breathe a sigh of relief as I wash my hands and exit the bathroom ready for anything. Almost. I walk into the kitchen and hear the sprinklers on. The kids luckily had moved their blanket and toys before they were drenched. Then, I see Charles. He is standing in the doorway facing the patio, COMPLETELY naked and "doing his magic trick." He wanted to run through the sprinklers so he removed all his clothes so that he could put on his swimsuit. Then he was standing there and had to go to the bathroom. Well, of course it didn't make sense to walk all the way across the kitchen floor to use the bathroom there (and we all know he wouldn't have used that one anyway, he would have come to wait for the bathroom I was using), instead, why not just do your business where you are! There was a time when I couldn't get Charles to "do his magic trick" for anything! These were the times when the nearest bathroom was eons away and there was no other option besides wet clothes and carseat. Now, we have come full circle and if we are outside, ANYWHERE, he says, "I'll just do my magic trick." Great, thanks! Well, I am trying to take Amber's approach to these "motherhood moments" and blog them or take pictures so that later I can laugh, and hopefully distract myself from yelling at the moment. Isn't it amazing what a cute background and font can do for an otherwise aggravating situation? At any rate, it made for a good story for Louis when he got home from work.