Sometimes I have to get creative in finding a way to entertain the kids long enough for me to do something as simple as using the bathroom. This morning, Afton and I noshed on fiber bars, so I gave the torn-up, crinkly wrappers to Delaney. Of course she loved them. I mean, what baby doesn’t like the slippery texture and fun noises of a wrapper?
Thinking I was safe to take a ten minute exodus, I grabbed a book and closed the bathroom door.
Needless to say, when I emerged, Delaney was screaming because her wrappers somehow made it out of her reach, and she fell over. Then Afton comes up to me and I see she has a vast assortment of matches sticking out of her mouth.
What the hell? Where did she get matches? I’m seriously going to have to kill my husband. Between matches and Rolaids, this kid is going to be constipated and on fire because Rudy can’t manage to put his crap away properly!
And as I sit here, I see Afton has yet one more match, and it appears that she has eaten the tip off. Gross. I seriously can’t wait for them to be just a little bit older so they can entertain each other and I can use the bathroom in peace.
That’s not so much to ask, is it?