When we are out, it is always difficult when someone yells "bathroom!".
I cringe because I have bathroom phobias and also because I know it
will be a production. The boys don't want to go to the women's restroom
with us but leaving them standing in the mall/store is not an option. So, we have
the "it is safer to stay with mom" discussion. Alas, we proceed into the bathroom
looking for the best of the worst in stalls. The littlest of us all always, without fail,
announce the coming and going of each member as well as each member's
accomplishment. In days where I cannot get everyone to stop moving, pushing,
etc., I try to get them to sing the ABCs with me. Yes, we now are singing, all 5 of
us as we wait for the member who is taking care of business. If you are finished, you
are not to TOUCH anything. nothing. We proceed to the sink to wash hands as
those waiting watch in wonder. I pray that questions will not be asked as I cannot
manage talking about the wonder of adoption knowing my children could be
accumulating germs while waiting (phobia much?).
Last weekend the following took place:
lady: oh, do you run a day care?
me: oh no, they are all my children.
miss M: (with look of disgust) we's all her childwen.
lady: do you take relaxers?
me: excuse me? what do you mean?
lady: you know. so you can deal with all of this.
me: uh. no. Do I like I do?
lady: I had 3 boys and I spaced them out.
(insert my awkward stare here)
me: we are happy. we are SOOO happy. we love our life.
me: oh no, they are all my children.
miss M: (with look of disgust) we's all her childwen.
lady: do you take relaxers?
me: excuse me? what do you mean?
lady: you know. so you can deal with all of this.
me: uh. no. Do I like I do?
lady: I had 3 boys and I spaced them out.
(insert my awkward stare here)
me: we are happy. we are SOOO happy. we love our life.
I am pretty sure I scooped 2 kids up and fled possibly even
asking the boys to run.
Oh my word woman.
The world is a scary place. :)

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