Yes. If you were to use the "find my phone" app on me right now, you would be treated to a location of "sitting on toilet, hiding from family". My pants are up, for Pete's sake. I just need a moment to breathe and this toilet is the only place I can get privacy. I turn on the fan, lock the door and hope the kids (plus hubby) will let me have my privacy to do my "bizz".
Something just crashed above my head. I heard the hubby, "nononoNono-abibbibbibbibi!" I don't know what it means. I don't know who got into what. I don't know if there's blood. My little private moment is slowly eroding. I should go see what's up; the bath is now running.....
Garbage day tomorrow. I usually do a ton of cooking so I can throw all the wet packaging away. I know garbage is supposed to be stinky, but I'd rather get rid of it tomorrow, than let it linger for a week. Yes, I throw together tuna salad, egg salad, bake my chicken, etc. I didn't do any of that. Sam was on FIRE today. We're gonna have some stinky trash.
Both kids are crying. A mother's job is never over. I suppose I should go help Daddy out. This toilet is hard and cold anyway.
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