love is never having to pee alone

courtesty of mimi smartypants, the most brilliant blogger working today:


Nora appears at my bedside at 1:30 in the morning, stage-whispering "Mommy" over and over again and scaring me half to death because she is not so much a get-out-of-bed kid as she is a lie-there-and-yell-for-assistance kid. What could the problem be? "I have to go potty," she whispers dramatically. She has to go potty. She got out of bed and walked past two toilets in order to tell me this.

Me: Uhhhh great, then go. That's why you are a big girl with a big-girl bed.
Nora: Do you want to keep me company?
Me: Not really!
Nora: Okay. I will come back and tell you how it went.
Me: [some noise that roughly translates to oh my fucking god]

A few minutes later she is back with the compelling news that she had lots of pee-pee, probably because she had been sleeping all night! And the milk from dinner got turned into pee-pee! This happens inside your body! And then she's all like, "Mommy, move over a little so I can lie down and talk to you" and I lay down the law about going back to her own bed, NOW, because I am not really in the mood for a small person's chatty midnight monologue...

i love this woman so, so very much. go read the rest now!

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