What a Life!

So, I don’t know if it’s the caffeine I drank yesterday after getting up at 4:30 a.m. or some version of what Joey had last weekend, but I’ve had a case of the “trots” over the last day or so. [Really, I am going somewhere with this – not trying to gross anyone out or anything…]

Now as a mother, privacy is one of those things that you give up when you give birth. Not only do you go through the act of giving brith, you also have little shadows who follow you everywhere you go – both at home and away. I’ll never forget my first Mother’s Day after Ben was born – I told Steve all I wanted was to go to the bathroom by myself; so that day, everytime I wanted to go to the bathroom, Steve would distract Ben so I could have a moment of privacy. Of course, never is this fact of life more fun than when you have the trots…

Today we made a trip to town that included the grocery store. While we were shopping, I decided a trip to the bathroom was in order. I herded everyone – me and my entourage – into the handicapped stall and then sat down on the toilet.

Ben, the play-by-play announcer, said, “Mommy’s going potty.”

…immediately followed by a very serious, “Mommy’s going to make noise.”

Thanks, Ben!