So, this morning I was a little stinky. Of course, who isn't right now with all of this humid heat. And with my postpartum hormones, it's been sweat city ever since Baby S was born.
I was slumming around in my bathroom and bed hair until about 10:00 this morning, when I realized that I needed to take a shower right that minute. It was a now or never scenario, as the rest of the day's schedule does not allow for showers.
And lets be honest- I didn't want to smell like mommy B.O. anymore. Pretty gross if you ask me.
I put the baby in the swing, and set the boys up with some Little Bear on the tele so that I could take a shower.
Five minutes in to my toning shampoo, I got the surprise of my life when my 4 year old son came upstairs to announce that his brother was in the street. On trash day.
I've never rinsed purple shampoo out of my hair and hopped out of the shower so fast in my life. I almost forgot my bathrobe in my haste to run outside to get my 2 year old son out of the street.
When I found him, he was mesmerized by his hetero life mate (the trash man). Waving to him, and blowing kisses... proclaiming his undying love for the one that picks up our recyclables on Fridays.
I'm so lucky he didn't get hurt. I'm also lucky that none of my neighbors saw any of this, for I'm sure they would have called CPS on my ass.
The moral of the story is that a deadbolt and child safety lock on the doorknob are not enough, and always make sure that your chain lock is secured.
Oh... and invest in some really great smelling perfume to mask B.O. in the event of not being able to shower in the future!