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"The empty diet pepsi bottle" submitted by Kristi
Now I'm not saying it was or wasn't my fault that my kid peed in a Diet Pepsi bottle while stuck in the car on 145 ...but... nevertheless, there we were, my 15, 14, 12 year old daughters watching in dismay as the newly potty trained almost 3 year old BOY does the dance - you know the one of which I speak... the "Well I didn't have to go two miles back at the Walmart ...but now i'm about to explode as if I hadn't peed once in my entire 2.11 year life" dance. That's the dance that demands action.
We're LITERALLY stopped on the freeway, coming from a delightful day in Galveston. To complete the day, I'm screaming (it's more of a love shout, don't worry) "Find a pull up, there's gotta be an extra!!!"... when my daughter bursts out with "THERE'S A DIET PEPSI!!!"... more love shouting from me.
"WHO CARES HE'S ABOUT TO....".
AND it dawns on me. He's going to pee in that bottle. Yep. He sure is. However first I must empty it of its contents. Daughters chanting "CHUG CHUG", son screaming "i'm gonna peeeeeee"..
And that was the day we stripped little man of his undies (and probably dignity) aaaaaaaaand he aimed that tiny wittle wee into the empty bottle of Diet Pepsi on the middle of 145!
"Always choose the ditch" submitted by Anonymous
So my "me time" is waking up super early and running. It is quiet and peaceful and if they wake up, they can't catch me.
The other day I woke up to run. I was very happy. This being said, I was about a mile away from my house and I could tell something didn't agree with my stomach. Two choices: 1. Go back to the house and be sensible, but miss my "me time". 2. Continue to be a boss and run. I decided to I had the skill to hold everything in no matter which way it thought it was coming out and continued to run. This is when I realized it was not going to be vomit. I felt like intestines were a pushy lawyer and butthole was the judge. I pressed on. Should I run slower and try to contain it? Should I sprint to the house knowing that would make it come out faster? By this time I rounded the corner and was probably about a quarter of a mile away I knew it was over. It was still dark too. I looked around for anywhere I could go. Thinking, "I could go in this ditch and just pray a car doesn't come by." I started to sprint for the house. I made it! I made it! I ran through the wet grass and straight to the closest bathroom. Crap, a kid was up and in there. So I ran to mine. My shoes were wet and I slipped and ate the floor as I simultaneously pooed myself everywhere!!!
All I could think was thank God I take a shower in the morning anyways and apparently "me time" is overrated.
P.S. No pictures will ever do this story justice.
I'm seriously LOL'ing. I love this blog and I love the idea of reading stories from other people.ReplyDelete
is the mom involved at all?ReplyDelete
They are all grown! Amazing kids with beautiful smiles full of life. Such an inspiring story... really caught my attention and hey, here I am dropping a comment. Whatever happens to one is one of life lessons and no matter how much we to avoid them we still sometimes find ourselves in such a hollow. The ability to raise that head up high and say to oneself with great confidence, refusing limitations that life's challenges brings to the table makes one a true hero. Forgive yourself of the time wasted, surround yourself with beautiful minds that makes life more fun. Do more of what gives you joy. Those kids are your tomorrow, prepare for them today. They still remains the top priority. Distance yourself from distractions. Smile often and most importantly meditate on the WORD. Am sorry if this piece sounds more of encouragement. You're such an amazing man. And truly I can see a big picture of accomplishment and a colourful morrow right in your write-ups. God be with you and your wards. Cheers!ReplyDelete