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Of course.

(File under: daily tiny catastrophes & major miracles*)

It is late morning. The older kids are watching TV, the little one is sleeping (finally). Nature calls and you realize it's an opportune moment to disappear in your bathroom for a while. Of course as soon as you are in the middle of things, the phone rings in the adjacent room, in which - of course - the baby is sleeping (after about 45 minutes of nursing, rocking and nudging). You rush out to grab the phone (note to self: must remember to bring phone to bathroom at all times!) and of course it's a wrong-number-call. You have the usual conversation ("What number did you call? Ah. Yes, it's not SEVEN something something, it's FOUR something something") in your bathroom with your pants down. You hang up and relieved try to resume operations when of course the younger child barges in (love that!) holding his crotch: "Pee pee, mama!" You undress him and have him pee right there in your bathroom, because of course you can't risk walking him back to his bathroom while the baby is still sleeping . You send him out with a threatening admonition to BE QUIET and NOT TALK because the BABY IS SLEEPING. You close the bathroom door confident that you will now finally finish what you started, when of course you hear a loud conversation taking place outside the door. You open the door and of course there is the older child naked from the waist down asking for new underwear ("What happened to your other underwear?" Silence. "Did you pee yourself?!" Nods.) and of course she is all out of clean underwear because of course you have failed to fold the last pile of laundry in time because yesterday when you were trying to do it someone of course came/called/screamed/fell/peed/woke up and...


* baby did not wake up!

Posted at 10:03 AM on August 06, 2008
Comments

And the baby didn't wake up! Awesome!! ;)

Did you see that you made the Craftzine blog? I saw the onesie and thought, hey, I have totally seen that before, I swear that Dinka made that. And I was right!

Posted by Julie at August 6, 2008 10:46 AM

You saw it! I finally got the courage to submit it last week!

http://whipup.net/2008/08/03/tutorial-recycle-an-adults-tank-into-a-toddler-one-piece/

Posted by Dinka Souzek at August 6, 2008 11:09 AM

Stop it. I'm so tired...were you spying on...oh, wait, this is your story. Of course it is because Alejandro babies always.wake.up.

Congrats on the tutorial btw. ;)

Posted by Dani at August 8, 2008 4:48 AM

I was just waiting for the last part to come about the baby waking up... and it didn't! If it were my story (and my stories ressemble this quite often) the baby would have woken up. Baril babies also always wake up...

Posted by Jeanne at August 14, 2008 6:41 PM