Saturday, December 23
AlarmingMy butt alarm is reaching new heights.
Actually, my butt is reaching new widths, too, but, that's not what we're talking about.
You know about the "butt alarm", don't you?
It describes the phenomenon that occurs when you (usually, but, not always the owner of said alarm is a parent) sit down on the toilet, in a chair, or, on the bed, and, the other occupants of the house, who, until that moment, have been blissfully unaware of your existence, suddenly materialize and need you, and, only you.
Today, the act of my sitting down had produced Jehovah's Witnesses at the door, AND, my MIL arriving a day early to celebrate her birthday today.
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Wow, that's some butt you got there!!
Hmmm... guess the Jehovah's Witnesses wanted to make sure you had a very special Christmas this year! Hope you do have a great one, Merry Christmas to all the Busies!
Thank you for the beautiful card. Them younguns of yours are beeeyoootiful. Y'all better lock Busy Girl up about now. Man...she's gorgeous.
So that's what it's called! It seems like everytime I sit down Brian needs something, Anikan tips over his food dish, or somebody calls and needs to talk to me right this second! Geez....I don't even want to know what it's like when one has kids!
That's hilarious! So far, my butt alarm is tuned to a frequency only my toddler can hear. The moment I take a seat, the knocking begins. "Mommy! What are you doing in there?"
oooooh, I have a butt alarm, too! My 6 year old can be engrossed in the most interesting tv show ("Hannah Montana") with the inability to hear my voice for hours on end ("...please pick up your clothes!"); however, when I sit down to, ahem, read a magazine in a certain, ahem, room of the house, she comes running and wants to have an in-depth conversation about anything and everything...
I have the butt alarm. I don't know the last time I went in privacy, but I'm sure Clinton was President..
Well that solves a mystery for me. All these years, I thought there was a sensor on the toilet seat that was somehow hooked to the phone system...so now, I understand that it was my butt alarm. There are no words to tell you how relieved I am.
Introduce the MIL to the JWs and go back to what you were doing...