I Made Him Late…

…Again.

Hubby had an appointment this afternoon. He left in plenty of time to make it. Then I asked him to get the kid and drop him off at home. He was on that side of town and it made more sense for him to get the Kid and drop him off then for me to go all the way across town and back. Gas is expensive! Besides, his apt is 5 minutes from the house. So I was supposed to meet him down stairs and get the Kid out of the car when he got here so he wouldn’t be late. I thought he had plenty of time to get there right on time.

Yeah, well, you’ll never guess where I was when he got here.

Go ahead. Guess. I’ll give you three tries.

That’s Right! I was in the bathroom. After all, where else would I be when I need to be doing something else?

ARGH!

I had been in and out of the bathroom for an hour and a half trying to get things moving with no luck. My body was teasing me. But of course, five minutes before he pulls in the parking lot my bowels decide to wake up and play.

So up he came to the apartment, got the kid settled and then left. He was probably 5 minutes late to his appointment. Most likely more. Now I feel so guilty about that.

For an added bit of fun, the Kid was a little fussy. He wanted to be in the bathroom with me not in the living room watching his favorite video. There is of course, no privacy any more with a toddler around the house.  We are going to have so much trouble teaching him that bathrooms are for private time when he spends so much time with me in the bathroom. Today he sat on his stool next to me “reading” books while I waited for my belly to calm down. The storm was calming down by that time, luckily. But still, it is not fun to sit there trying to entertain a kid while feeling crampy and nauseated.

blah. 

How exactly does one deal with being at home with kids while having an episode? You have to watch them, make sure they’re safe. But you don’t want them in the bathroom staring at you either. At least, I don’t. We have a little area outside the bathroom gated off so he can play out there but he has access to my book shelf and if we forget to close the door, our bedroom. Not good. Luckily, I guess, he is usually in the bathroom with me. Playing with the cat food, sticking his hands in their water, almost falling into the bath rub as he reaches for his bucket, trying to pump his bottle of soap, playing with the toilet paper, wanting to get on his stool to wash his hands, trying to get into the cabinet under the sink, *sigh* the list goes on. It’s just so relaxing! Anyone have any tips? I can’t leave him locked out of the bathroom screaming to get in to me.