When nature calls, throw out the baby

Oh wait, that’s not the right saying… isn’t it something like “don’t throw out the baby with the bath water”? Oh yeah! And the other one is “when nature calls, answer it”. 

But I think these two phrases meshed together work really well in my household lately. Every time my husbands “nature” is calling, the kids meltdown. 

I could be working on anything, this blog maybe, when I hear, “hey, sorry, I gotta poop”. It never fails. He always picks the most inconvenient times to sit on the throne. Doesn’t he know that I’m working here?! 

Like right now, for example. Sydney is getting tired and fussy, and because of my darling husbands’ useless nipples, the responsibility to tame the beast falls on me. 

I’m trying to post a new blog. It doesn’t take long but it does take my attention. I hear Sydney crying in the background, Paul pacing with her trying to wait me out.

“How much longer do you have?” He’s gauging his timeline with mine. 

“I’m almost done.” I reply rather sharply. He gives me this sincere look like “I’m really sorry but I gotta go”. 

“Okay.” I say. “I’ll take her.” 

“I’ll hurry” he shouts as he races to the bathroom. As if one could control the timing of your natures song singing the echo. 

Sydney is rubbing her eyes, whining nasally, throwing her head back. She’s tired. I stop my writing efforts and take her to the bedroom. We lay down, she rubs her eyes one more time, latched and nursing, she starts to drift off. 

“MOMMY!!” Lincoln shouts from the next room. 

Palm to face, I know what is about to happen next. This song and dance is almost as common as Paul answering nature every time I try to do something on my own. 

Sydney is now wide awake and ready to play with her older brother. “He’s out there, I know it, and he needs me!” 

We go back into the living room and Paul walks in from the bathroom feeling like a brand new man. 

“Oh, she’s not tired?” 

I roll my eyes and giggle as I walk back to my spot at the computer. 

Let’s try this again… 

But I hear a song playing. Now my nature is calling… I walk to the bathroom with a train of two small children chugging behind me.

This blog might never get finished. 

Love, Livv