First, get your mind out of the gutter. All clear? Okay, then.
I was in my closet getting dressed for the day when I heard the thundering hoard (aka: my children and dogs) explode into my bedroom. I called for them to go back to the living room and I would be out in a minute. Seconds later, the screaming began. Z had taken it upon herself to enforce my rule and Q was protesting vehemently. (The dogs had wisely abandoned the fray.)
Without thinking I went into my room and told her, hands on hips, "It is not your job to enforce the rules, Z! Take care of yourself and I will take care of Q!" It was only then that I realized that I was starkers.
I'm guessing my authority was somewhat undermined by my wobbly bits jiggling in time to my shaking finger. I had to leave the room before busted out laughing.
Oh, that is funny! I have nightmares sometimes in my head that I will be so distracted by my son that I will forget to put on pants when I leave the house or something like that. I'm glad you were able to laugh about it!
ReplyDeleteThat is funny. When I am getting dressed Monkey is right there, waiting for her deodorant lip gloss, perfume and leave in conditioner. She's 2 lol
ReplyDeleteLOL ok that's pretty funny. One time I was trying to discipline my toddler and was being all authoritative and whatnots when I looked down and there was a breastpad on my butt.
ReplyDeleteNice.