Courtenay describes herself as a happily married, working mama of two young kids, infant twins, two cats, a flock of chickens and one large dog. Her blog, Soup: Midwestern Mama Cooking Up Life in the Heartland won the Best Humor Blog in the 2010 Scholastic Parent and Child Blog Awards.
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I hope you enjoy her post, Supermom Fell in the Toilet!!
Have you ever noticed that the universe has a way of putting you in your place at the very moment you least expect it (and, likely, most need it)? That one minute you’re flying high and the next, you’ve flown right into a plate glass window, sliding down, down, down until you land in a crumpled heap in the landscaping, your feathers ruffled and your beak smarting?
I had one of those moments the other day.
You see, I take great pride in my ability to negotiate the tricky world of working part-time and parenting four young children (6, 4, and the twins are 1). I know that I’m not always graceful, but that I haven’t yet managed to kill a child or flood the house and the one fire we had, I put out single-handedly. I would never in a million years say that I am an expert (I’m not and I don’t play one on TV), but I generally feel competent.
It was the day after the twins’ one-year well-child checks – an appointment that I did solo because my hubby was working. There were other extenuating circumstances that made the day one for the blog (so strange that writing a blog post is akin to putting a day in the record books, but it is nonetheless).
I had gotten up, showered, dressed and out of the house with my two older kids – yay for a good morning! My routine is to walk them into the school, drop them at their respective classrooms, chat with their teachers for a minute and with anyone else who looks friendly in the elementary school hallway, and get on into work. I secretly love this time of day because it is a tremendously ridiculous boost to my mom-ego. Why? My kids are happy to go to school, bright, and their teachers love them – thus, they love me. I smile, offer to help, and thank them profusely for what they do for my kids. What’s not to love?
Both teachers knew that the babies had just turned one and both of my kids had shared that they had shots the day before, so the teachers asked how my wee ones were doing. I told a fabulous and humorous story about the doctor’s visit with a witty and urbane tagline, clearly testing out my stand-up chops on any poor soul who cared to listen about immunizations, screaming infants, and a blood test that sprung a leak, leaving one of my twins looking like a vampire baby after a good nosh.
Both teachers laughed knowingly, clearly enjoying my tale of woe. My son’s teacher then uttered the words that most stoke my mom-ego (a perfect way to head into the office), “You are Supermom! I just don’t know how you do it!”
This phrase must have started tickling the universe like a feather under the nose of a sleeping giant.
Now, upon waking I generally drink a large mug of coffee. I use the bathroom before leaving home, but almost always have to use the restroom upon arriving at my office, too. This particular morning was no exception. As I headed from the parking lot on campus to my office, I ran into a co-worker who also asked how the babies’ appointments went.
I told an abbreviated and slightly less colorful version and tried not to do a squirming potty dance, silently wishing that doing Kegels was helpful after delivering four children vaginally (it isn’t). I smiled cheerily and blathered a made-up excuse about needing to get to a meeting (with the bathroom) and scooted on into my building.
I didn’t even stop to put my things in my office, but glided into the bathroom quickly, closing the stall door and dropping trou in one swift movement, my purse still dangling from my elbow.
And that is the moment the sleeping giant of the universe succumbed to the tickling by issuing a very large sneeze my direction, because…
I felt my bum come into contact with cold, cold, COLD water.
My first thought, “I fit into the toilet, yay!”
My second thought, “I’m sitting in the toilet… in the TOILET! ICK!”
I sprung out of the bowl, dropped the seat and completed my mission. Then I dried my whole bum, remembering that the cleaning crew does the bathrooms every Sunday-Tuesday-Thursday, so the seat is left up on Monday-Wednesday-Friday and it was, in fact, Friday.
Oh, how the mighty Supermom has fallen… right into the toilet. Yep… The universe clearly needed to remind me that, no matter how queenly I’m feeling, I must still check the throne before I sit down.
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