And then I feel warmth.
I hear trickling.
I am getting peed on.
Now this is not a new occurrence or even a shocking one.
BUT.
My reaction? To try and save our carpet (why?) by catching it in my hands. CATCHING IT IN MY HANDS. As I held the pee now leaking through my feeble attempt as a potty, I thought...exactly when did THIS become my reaction?
Soon I was changing out of my at home uniform (pj pants) into more of the same and I thought about my reaction. It seems that I have moved slowly but surely from shock at the expulsion of bodily fluids, to the acceptance and even clever MacGyver-type actions to save it from totally ruining my house.
It's a hope I have.
**Updated to Add: I forgot to describe my verbal reaction to this lovely event. I LAUGHED. I sat there with a yellow pool in my hands, helpless to keep Owen from rolling over and dragging his shooter across the floor. Although I guess the sight of his dear mother laughing her fool head off was enough to keep him planted where he was. Thank goodness.**
3 comments:
That was too funny. Thanks for the afternoon laugh. Of course I know you found the humor in it too. So did you save the floor? Was it worth catching the stream? I think I would've tried the same thing, but I probably wouldn't have been as quick to the draw. Too funny.
That is *hilarious*! I've caught it in my shirt before (carrying a na.ked baby to the bathtub), but never in my hands yet. Thanks for the laugh - you told the story so well!
ROLF- Kris, I haven't laughed this hard in quite some time! Everyone at work is staring at me. LOLOLOLOL. I'm actually holding my stomach in-I hope I don't pull my stitches...Classic!
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