I am no longer allowed to go to the bathroom.
It’s not the “normal” mom thing where I can’t go to the bathroom ALONE. No, I’m used to that. Now I think I will just have to give up going altogether, at least while my kids are awake.
In the time it took me to retrieve Orange from the car, Apple dumped a bag of raisins on the (horrifically dirty) entry rug, and ate several.
During one bathroom break, they somehow worked together to get three craft flower arrangements off the kitchen table. (Kitchen table: 3 feet tall. Toddlers: 2.5 feet tall. Please to explain to me how they got these things from the MIDDLE OF THE TABLE!?)
Apple started crying the next time I was in the bathroom. Diagnosis: deep and distinctive tooth marks in his finger.
So. How uncomfortable could a catheter really be? Because I’m thinking they cannot be alone until they are — what — 25?