Tuesday, June 1, 2010

One Year Later

The past week has been a little crazy, which is why I've neglected this blog. There are a number of reasons for me to not get to it last week, most of which I won't bore you with. However, yesterday was because I came down with some sort of stomach bug, and I couldn't do anything but lay around all day. Something I don't think I've done since well before we had the girls. I just couldn't get up. Thank goodness Andy was off work and able to entertain them. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about today really, although it does play a part. What I do want to talk about is the fact that last week was the official one year anniversary of me writing these crazy stories. I can't believe it! When I originally started this blog, I aimed it more toward me not being able to go to the bathroom in peace. Since then I've ventured outside of that idea and given you many stories of the girls, and sometimes my life. Just in case some of you were wondering though, I still have no private bathroom time. So in honor of the one year anniversary of my blog, I thought I'd prove that point with what happened yesterday.

When you have a stomach bug, it usually means whatever contents are in your stomach do everything they can to make as quick an exit as possible from your body. Whichever way. Yesterday was that fun time for me. I'm not trying to gross you out, but hey, we've all been there a time or two.

Sonya had this bug on Friday and I woke up in the middle of the night Sunday to Georgia crying that she was going to throw up. At that point I was already starting to feel queasy. By yesterday morning, my stomach was in full revolt mode.

I spent all of the morning in bed, then most of the afternoon on the couch, with interval trips to the bathroom. By the early evening I was beginning to feel a bit better. I headed to the bathroom at one point and was interrupted by a whining Georgia. I tried to explain to her that Mommy REALLY needed to go potty, but she didn't seem to care. Instead she followed me whining with Lana trailing behind her. Andy and Sonya were outside playing catch.

I tried to keep them out, but all they did was bang on the door and ask to be let in. Georgia was the one who really wanted to be with me. Lana was okay being outside the door. She and Georgia had been pushing their strollers around and thought Georgia should have her stroller with her. In the bathroom. With me. Now the biggest problem with this, is the bathroom I was in is more of just a toilet closet, so to speak, and has little room for one person let alone that person a toddler and her baby stroller.

Lana didn't seem to care. I told her to leave it outside, but she insisted GG needed it. Georgia was actually on my side and tried to push it back out. This led to the two of them screaming at each other, while pushing and pulling the stroller.

In the bathroom.

The one I was in.

See what I'm saying here? One year later, and even though I've ventured off to tell you other stories of my day involving things that the girls say or do, the one constant in my life, and the inspiration for this blog, is that there is still no pooping in peace.

Thanks to all of you who have supported me this past year reading this blog. If you keep reading I'll keep writing. Hell, even if you don't, I'll keep writing. I've kinda grown fond of venting some of my frustrations on here. Plus some of you have told me you like that you can relate to some of my stories. That was always my main goal. To entertain, while making other moms feel like they're not alone. So, tell your friends and make sure they tell their friends. I'm hoping someday this thing will pay for my kids college education. Hey-a girl can dream!

1 comment:

brenda said...

How has it been a year already?! Wow, time flies. Congrats, and here's to many more years of "Poping in Peace". (hopefully it will happen...)