Monday, October 27, 2008


Last night was one of those nights that the little man did not want to go to sleep. He was in one of those moods that he was unhappy when I put him on his back, and he just wanted to be held. Oh, and he wanted to be bounced.

So for a while last night I was walking around the house and bouncing a baby. I was quietly singing good bouncing songs to him (like "Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound Gang) to keep the rhythm. It's probably not the best bedtime song, I know... but it worked at the time.

I could only take so much bouncing. I decided that a drive would be good to calm him down, and we needed to gas for the Volvo.

Now just like any road trip I take, my body immediately says "I have to pee" before I get in the car. I think it's a conditioned response from when I was little. Mom would always ask my sister and I, "If you have to go to the bathroom, go now."

Thanks Mom.

So there was my dilemma... if I put the kid down he started crying. If I stopped bouncing he started crying. I had to pee.

Next thing I knew, I was standing in front of the toilet, holding a baby, bouncing, singing "Bad Touch," and peeing.

It was another one of those moments when you think to yourself... "what the hell am I doing?"

The drive put him to sleep, and I finally found a gas station that was open at 11:00 on a Sunday night.

1 comment:

Aly said...

ummm, not sure what to say. image that I did not need, but funny all the same.