Booby Trapped

Hope you all had a great New Year!  Thanks for all of the New Years greetings.  I've been spending time with my kids since they've been out of school, so it's a little tough for me to be online blogging.  I've got another crazy week, then things should get back to normal.

Why is it that a mom can't even go to the bathroom in peace?  All I need is five minutes.  Do I get it?  No.  The minute I go in, there's a kid shouting at me from the other side:  "Mama, can you do this?" or "Mama, I need this..."  Can't they wait until I'm done?

So today, when my son was shouting at me from the other side, I decided to ignore him.  I couldn't hear a word he was saying, which was fine with me. (The fan has a great way of drowning out what's happening on the other side.) 

When I tried to get out, I gave the door a push.  But it wouldn't budge.  What the heck? I thought.  I pushed again and managed to squeeze my way out. What do you think I saw on the other side?  A bath mat shoved against the door, and piles of towels and toiletries blocking my way.

"Bubba!" I yelled.

He came in looking all innocent.

"What's this?"  I asked.

"A booby trap.  I told you about it  when you were in there.  You should've listened!"