So here I was at the butt crack of dawn with one constipated little girl. Pokey got up, bleary-eyed and less than raring to go, and headed to the pharmacy to get something for little tummies. He came home with some OTC assistance. I had made his lunch and got his coffee cup together just in time to get him and Peanut out the door for their days. I sat down, after giving Hobbit her medicine, to write her teacher and let her know that she will be out today but please have her homework waiting at the front office. I am pretty sure it won't be ready but that's for a different post.
A medicated little girl with raisins and water in hand curl up on the sofa - I thought it would be safe to get a shower... I thought wrong. All of a sudden, at the most inopportune time possible, I hear "Oh Mommy, this isn't going to be good". I got out as soon as I could, hollering directions coupled with attempts at calming her down the whole time.... only to be greeted with a mess to clean up and a hysterical Hobbit.
The funny part is that a few minutes later she was asking for some toast with cinnamon and sugar. I guess even our bodies will come up with 'creative solutions' in order to fix challenges... I just wish it had better aim.
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