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