My little Happy has a quirk. This quirk is costing me in time and detergent. The child has yet to understand that if he is thirsty, he can get a cup and fill it in the bathroom sink. For some reason, this doesn't occur to him and instead he stands on the toilet, leans over, and puts his mouth under the faucet. In turn, this becomes a messy business and his shirt becomes soaked with water. Since he hates the feeling of wet, he takes off the shirt and leaves it where he stands. He is also being lazy about using the toilet. If he doesn't get there in time, (and this usually happens often), he takes off his underwear and pants and throws them on the floor. Throughout the day, he will often change clothes four or five times. There will be a trail of clothes all over the house by the end of the day if I don't get on him to put them in the laundry room. He always comes to me with his shirt wet and says, "My shirt wet, Mom!" "Don't you dare take that off, kid! It's just water. It'll dry!" "It WET, Mom!" "I don't care! Don't take it off!" Of course, I'm not intimidating enough and he will go change thinking that as long as he is not running around naked we won't have a problem. Now when the bathroom light turns on, I immediately say, "Get out of the bathroom!" Of course, it doesn't occur to me sometimes that maybe the kid actually needs to go. "I need to go pee, Mom!" "Oh." I'll find out later that he wet his pants by walking into the bathroom and seeing all the clothes on the floor. I need to get a hamper.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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