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The Battle of the Bathroom…

I glanced at my watch, I needed to leave the house at 12.45pm and it was fast approaching 12.10pm. My bag was by the door filled with its usual goodies ranging from nappies to wipes to excess loo roll in case anyone got caught short or had a sneeze of epic proportions. I was dressed, each of the children were dressed, we were all calmly eating Omelettes for lunch. In theory nothing should prevent us leaving the house on time; I even paused for a moment merrily contemplating the ridiculous concept that we may be able to start our journey early.

Then I made a mistake of great magnitude.

I spoke the words;

“Eat up kids, so we are not late.”

Without realising I actually said the magic secret password which in kids language translated to…

“Let’s arse around.”

Within seconds twin boy leapt from the table and began dancing like a mad fool clutching his bottom frantically.

“Do you need the toilet?” I enquired politely.

“No” he boogied, “I am just dancing.”

” I need a wee” Twin girl declared and started to climb down from the table.

“Nooooo” yelled twin boy, “I need a poo, I need one now.”

The battle for the bathroom had began. First the twins both set off at breakneck speed, they reached the first doorway and in true cartoon style they crashed into each other, one knocking the other flying.

Wails of pain and frustration followed, the kind that set your nerves on edge and raise the hairs at the base of you neck. In short the type of wails that make any mum want to shout like a siren.

Picking themselves up they ran at the door frame again, one clutching his bottom and the other holding her front. Shoulders clashed as the door frame had not increased in size since their last encounter and for a moment they were stuck. A mesh of flailing arms and legs wriggling and struggling to break into the next room.

Then suddenly twin girl squeezed through with a pop, and she was off into the lead. With a cry of anger twin boy launched forward stretching his little hand out for her skirt. His hand closed around cloth and he brought her down allowing him to scurry past and start his ascent on the stairs. Twin girl paused for a moment to assess the damage to her person and to decide whether to raise her complaint in the court of motherhood. She must had sensed this was a race she could still win as she let out a war cry and bounded after her brother.

BB at this time chose to snub her nose at her siblings and score a point by literally going to the toilet where she sat.

The stairs became a mass of limbs, twin girl dived over twin boys head and he retaliated by giving her a quick hair pull as she passed.

Several elongated cries of “ooowwwwwwww” were heard by myself, the neighbours and any passer bys. My nerves were gone. I couldn’t even raise from my seat in case I was overwhelmed by the bubble of barmyness that was currently running amok in my manor.

Eventually I had to intervene, I found the waring parties wedged once more in the toilet doorway but both naked from the waist down. Both looked unhurt except for the odd scratch here and there, and remarkably wild hair.

I had to choose a winner to christen the bowl first, to be honest I chose not on merit or skill but merely who would do the most damage if they were to lose control and go before they reached the loo.

Twin boy sat on his throne, triumphant in his victory, twin girl sobbed at the door swearing her revenge on all.

Needless to say, the time it took to get over this episode and restore law and order ensured we were late, very late in fact.

The moral of this tale?

Either never utter the foolish words “eat up or we will be late.”

Or simply buy a home with two thrones.

Comments

  1. PoorParenting says

    August 12, 2011 at 12:03 pm

    Surely you’ll need three thrones soon. Time to move…

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 12, 2011 at 12:41 pm

      Lol. . I am never potty training bb the door frames wont take it….

      Reply
  2. SmilinglikeSunshine says

    August 12, 2011 at 12:22 pm

    Excellent! I hate it when I am in a rush and baby boy decides to poo and I need to change a nappy!

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 12, 2011 at 4:55 pm

      It is always when you have to be somewhere isn’t is!

      Reply
  3. HELEN JESSUP says

    August 12, 2011 at 2:55 pm

    We are lucky enough to have 3 but believe it or not it is still not always enough….like the time when I needed a wee and the other 3 (&possibly the one in the nappy too) all needed to poo when we arrived home after a long car journey – I felt like Goldilocks going from loo to loo finding the least smelliest before I could wee….. (not that Goldilocks did that…did she?)
    TMI ??

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 12, 2011 at 4:53 pm

      Three! *looks suspiciously* sensible lady!

      Humph. 🙂

      Reply
  4. Kerry says

    August 12, 2011 at 4:38 pm

    You need more loos, I feel it is a must for you thats for sure! xx

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 12, 2011 at 4:54 pm

      More loos or less kids, it’s an ongoing debate….

      Reply
  5. Helen says

    August 12, 2011 at 6:37 pm

    Thought the bathroom battles only started when they were teenagers! *gulp* Note to self: must move house.

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 12, 2011 at 6:49 pm

      Everything starts younger nowadays…..

      Reply
  6. MummyMummyMum says

    August 12, 2011 at 6:47 pm

    Sounds like our house! At least yours don’t just wee on the floor though….or the sofa 🙂

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 12, 2011 at 6:50 pm

      Don’t forget about sadie……

      Reply
  7. Mcai7td3 says

    August 12, 2011 at 6:53 pm

    Haha I am imagining twin boy and girl rushing around like crazy whilst BB sits all serene and every so often pauses for a second and wonders what just shot past her! Yes… I think it might be easier to move to a place with 2 thrones!! 🙂

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 12, 2011 at 8:09 pm

      Wise lady, now about those 100% morgages….

      Reply
  8. mymumdom says

    August 13, 2011 at 7:12 am

    OMG, how do you cope with only one? We have 3 but really need another!

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 13, 2011 at 8:43 am

      times are hard!

      Reply
  9. Helen Stothard says

    August 14, 2011 at 7:29 am

    Had me howling with laughter! What a great piece of writing and so so true.

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 14, 2011 at 8:14 am

      Thanks Helen x

      Reply
  10. fireflyphil says

    August 14, 2011 at 8:02 am

    And to think people PAY to watch MADE UP versions of this sort of thing!

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 14, 2011 at 8:16 am

      Lol. They could pay me to spectator in my life….

      Reply
  11. sarsm says

    August 17, 2011 at 12:05 pm

    Brilliantly written as usual Jane – I could just see that whole story in front of my very own eyes.

    May I suggest a portaloo in the garden?

    Reply
    • janeblackmore says

      August 17, 2011 at 5:56 pm

      That’s the mosr sensible thing anyone has ever said to me….

      Reply

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