Ah, now that’s just funny! Well, not funny in the lack of privacy while pooing type of funny, but man, I think I’ll enjoy my poops in private a little more after reading this. Hee!
bahahaha we do the same thing to each other all the time. When Eli was just an itty bitty I’d constatly put him next to the bathroom door and ask “where’s daddy?” so Ben could here him makign the cute “what the hell? where is taht guy? noises” Annoying? sometimes
It doesn’t get any better. Mommy = No pooping in private. Even at 13, 10 and 8, there’s ALWAYS a knock at the door with an important issue that only Mom can solve.
LOL! Just this morning I literally had to pick up the baby and hold her (I didn’t have time to put her in the playpen or highchair as this was a sneak up on you poop) while I was sitting on the throne.
I believe the days of pooping bliss are long gone here. Although, having a two story house does help some regarding the intrusions. Elmo is Jenna’s best friend now and it is torture to her if she can only watch him once or twice a day. Yeah, the doctor said seven hours a week of TV viewing. Is that really possible?
Well, that is just a hoot…and very true. I can remember when my children were little and I needed a little ‘me’ time, sometimes it was like I was asking for the impossible.
You gave me a great smile…thanks.
Oh girl - at least your husband didn’t think it would be funny for LB to equate grownup on toilet with grunt noise. Public bathrooms with Liam in tow - as soon as I sit, he laughs and starts making the grunt noise. While I drop my whole self into the toilet bowl and flush.
Yeah…toddler = zero privacy, even when hubbys are home. Then they give you this “what?” look, like they have no earthly idea why you could be irritated at having to rock your child WHILE you take care of business. Oh the joys of being mommy!
Ironic thing, y’all? *LB* gets time to herslef to poop. I am the only one in the house who has to share the dutie. (DUTIE? DOODIE! GET IT?) ah, it’s late and I’m funny.
Oh, I hear you sister. Daddy does the same to me here…
Has LB asked for a hug & climbed onto your lap whilst you’re on the throne? That happens here. Oh my. The other day my little guy peeked into the bowl while Mommy took care of #2 business, and declared that it was “NEAT!” And PBS was on in the other room, but apparently Mommy’s poo-ing was more interesting…
I just had this conversation with another mommy about how those husbands don’t know how much we do for them. Like the shaving cream fairy doesn’t come by and drop off a new bottle when he runs out. Nope it’s far more mundane. I would die if Nick ever picked up a bottle of shampoo because I told him I was running out.
And yeah. The man gets his pooping privacy. Damnit.
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Ah, now that’s just funny! Well, not funny in the lack of privacy while pooing type of funny, but man, I think I’ll enjoy my poops in private a little more after reading this. Hee!
Gives new meaning to the phrase, power pooping. I say, Thank god for Elmo so you can empty out your shitter.
bahahaha we do the same thing to each other all the time. When Eli was just an itty bitty I’d constatly put him next to the bathroom door and ask “where’s daddy?” so Ben could here him makign the cute “what the hell? where is taht guy? noises” Annoying? sometimes
It doesn’t get any better. Mommy = No pooping in private. Even at 13, 10 and 8, there’s ALWAYS a knock at the door with an important issue that only Mom can solve.
LOL! Just this morning I literally had to pick up the baby and hold her (I didn’t have time to put her in the playpen or highchair as this was a sneak up on you poop) while I was sitting on the throne.
I believe the days of pooping bliss are long gone here. Although, having a two story house does help some regarding the intrusions. Elmo is Jenna’s best friend now and it is torture to her if she can only watch him once or twice a day. Yeah, the doctor said seven hours a week of TV viewing. Is that really possible?
Well, that is just a hoot…and very true. I can remember when my children were little and I needed a little ‘me’ time, sometimes it was like I was asking for the impossible.
You gave me a great smile…thanks.
Oh girl - at least your husband didn’t think it would be funny for LB to equate grownup on toilet with grunt noise. Public bathrooms with Liam in tow - as soon as I sit, he laughs and starts making the grunt noise. While I drop my whole self into the toilet bowl and flush.
Yeah…toddler = zero privacy, even when hubbys are home. Then they give you this “what?” look, like they have no earthly idea why you could be irritated at having to rock your child WHILE you take care of business. Oh the joys of being mommy!
Susie.. OH MAH GAH.
Ironic thing, y’all? *LB* gets time to herslef to poop. I am the only one in the house who has to share the dutie. (DUTIE? DOODIE! GET IT?) ah, it’s late and I’m funny.
AMEN sista! Elmo, Barney, Little people…they allow me to poop, blog, knit…I try not to abuse them, but some days? They work. I need them.
Baby Einstein movies to the rescue here!
Why do daddies think it SOOO funny to do the knocking on the door, “where’s mommy?” thing???
Elmo has come to the rescue many a time…including allowing mommy and daddy to have a few minutes of “alone” time.
Yep…you shoulda called this one “Dirty Momma Tricks”...we all have our own (tricks AND hubbys who take 15 min poop breaks)
“take the Browns to the superbowl,” I’m gonna have to remember that one! Ha ha!
Who would have thought a puppet would be more help than a daddy?
LOLOL!!
Oh, I hear you sister. Daddy does the same to me here…
Has LB asked for a hug & climbed onto your lap whilst you’re on the throne? That happens here. Oh my. The other day my little guy peeked into the bowl while Mommy took care of #2 business, and declared that it was “NEAT!” And PBS was on in the other room, but apparently Mommy’s poo-ing was more interesting…
I just had this conversation with another mommy about how those husbands don’t know how much we do for them. Like the shaving cream fairy doesn’t come by and drop off a new bottle when he runs out. Nope it’s far more mundane. I would die if Nick ever picked up a bottle of shampoo because I told him I was running out.
And yeah. The man gets his pooping privacy. Damnit.