Friday, November 28, 2008
That dang Dylan. He is so high-maintenance!! Whenever I take a shower (how dare I take ten minutes for myself???), he interrupts me about half a dozen times to ask for help or ask questions or to inform me about things. I've told him, um, every single day for about three years, to leave me alone when I'm showering; that I'll help him when I'm done. But he continues to pester me. Yes, we have a lock on our bathroom door, but Dylan uses his fingernail to unlock it. We really need to get a new doorknob with a lock he can't so easily pick.
I decided, a couple of days ago, to mentally keep track of the things he interrupted my shower for:
Interruption #1: "Mom, can you tie my Superman blanket around me so it looks like a cape?"
Interruption #2: "Mom, Sadie told me I'm stupid..."
Interruption #3: "Hey, Mom, I'm playing with my Legos, and I have one dragon and three weapons. Which one do you think will win the battle, the dragon, or the weapons?"
Interuption #4: "You were wrong, Mom. The weapons lost."
Interruption #5: "Hey, Mom, which one do you think will win now - the dragon, or the weapons?"
Interruption #6: "You were right, Mom. The dragon won."
Interruption #7: Sadie comes in, crying, followed by Dylan, saying, "Mom, Sadie punched me." (Sadie punched him and then spontaneously started crying? I think not.)
Interruption #8: "Mom, my pants are too loose. I need you to tighten the thingeys."
Interruption #9: "Mom, Bambi is done, so it's my turn to pick a movie, but Sadie thinks it's her turn still."
Interruption #10: "Mom, can you find cartoonnetwork.com for me? I want to play my games."
Interruption #11: "Mom, I need a drink."
Interruption #12: "I need to go potty."
Obviously, my answer to all of these interruptions was, "I'll help you when I'm done with my shower," except the last one, which was, "Thanks for the announcement, Dylan." Yeah, a new doorknob is going on my Christmas wish list. :)