an evening in the life

[mamajoan]

I was sitting in the bathroom engaging in some oh-so-fun diarrhea, when I heard a thump and some faint whining. Peeking through the door crack, I found that Isaac had closed himself into my bedroom again. He usually only does this when I'm in the room with him. Oh dear. The things he could get up to in there without supervision...!

Then the cat had to get into the act, scratching on the door in that general sort of a-closed-door-offends-my-sensibilities way that cats have. The two of them made a lovely sort of counterpoint. Scratch scratch! Whimper whimper! Scratch scratch! And so forth.

So I finished up my business as quickly as I could, and hurried over to open the door. Of course Isaac was standing there totally calmly, holding a toy ball and looking at me all, "What? Everything's copacetic in here."

Alas, I then had to return unto the toilet. And now if you'll excuse me, I have to return unto it yet again. Sigh.

BTW, the mood setting on this post refers to my stomach, not my actual mental/emotional state.

Comments

[skreeky]

Since I have not mentioned it lately, I marvel at how you manage to get on despite what the world does to and around you. The term "supermom" has lost its meaning in overanalysis. We need a new word to describe what it is you do.

[mamajoan.livejournal.com]

wow, thanks. It doesn't feel all that super, but then, sometimes I am a bit amazed that we survive. *g*