A few orders of bathroom dealings tonight. The first is that I am thinking my Mr. Brady is either claustrophobic or has an irrational fear of public restrooms and dressing rooms! I first noticed it a while back when I was at Target with the kids and Natalie had to go potty. I was by myself so that meant I had to park the cart (full of course) and lug the kids in, and pray the large stall was open! It was, so I was thinking luck was on my side, until we went in the stall and Brady started FREAKING OUT! I had to have him stand while I did the crazy don't touch the public toilet seat dance with Natalie (don't even get me started on that! It is so hard to take her potty in public, what with the laying down of the protective million sheets of toilet paper, the holding of her on the potty so her legs don't drag on the front of the toilet, etc, etc, etc). Anywho back to Brady, so here he is crying the whole time I am trying to keep them germ free, and the poor guy was miserable. Then once we were safely back out with our cart, all sterilized and ready to go, he kept saying "loud, loud", so I just thought he didn't like the loudness of the flushing toilets and the way it is echoey (sp??) in the restroom. I comforted him, and didn't give it a second thought!
Until, that is, we were at Old Navy and we went into the dressing room to try on some clothes. I had Brady in a cart, and really didn't think there was going to be a problem, until we wheeled him in and he started crying as soon as I shut the door! I consoled him, and we tried on our things as quickly as we could so that we could get the poor guy out of there, and back into the safety of the wide open store!
And then, Saturday I took the kids to Chik-fil-A (yummy!) and we had to go into the bathroom to wash up when we were done. Again, I didn't think it would be an issue, especially since we were just washing hands like we do after every meal (especially if it is greasy chicken nuggets!!). But, surprise, surprise he started crying as soon as we got in there! I suppose it didn't help that it was like the smallest bathroom ever, and there were other people trying to wash up too! So, these events have led me to conclude that Brady is scared of bathrooms, or small spaces, either way, I will have to make sure I am more careful from now on! Who knew fears like this could show themselves at such an early age?
Now compared to that looooong story the other matter of business seems trivial! But I really need to vent somewhere and where better than my blog? The issue is that our stupid shower can't make up it's mind whether or not it wants to be scalding hot or ice water cold. So the whole time we are showering we are doing a little in and out dance trying to save our skin! I don't think there is a way to fix this either so we are stuck! It was fine for a while, we would get a normal temp shower more than half the time, but now it seems like almost every time we are dealing with its fickleness! It makes showers take twice as long, and not to mention I feel like I am back at girls camp braving the freezing cold shower just so that I can wash my hair!