If you have spent ANY time around me, you know that I have many, many bathroom issues/stories.
I ALWAYS have to know where all the bathrooms are everywhere.
I may not be able to tell you the name of the street we are on, but I can almost guarantee you that I can tell you the names of most of the businesses that have a public restroom AND where it is located.
I’ve made friends in bathrooms.
I’ve been in a couple of fights in bathrooms.
I’ve also broken up fights in bathrooms.
I’ve ….maybe you don’t need to know EVERYTHING I’ve done in the bathroom.
Anyway, I’d like to tell you about my latest ‘bathroom adventure’ for no reason other than I hope to make you smile, maybe even chuckle a little.
Setting the stage:
As you may know I am current in a wheelchair.
Because it is hopefully not a permanent situation, I have been lax about buying or building a Ramp to cross the 3 inch drop into my bathroom.
As you can see, the toilet is a long long way from the door.
In the beginning of my “adaptation”, I would park my wheelchair at the door, then use crutches to make it across the floor to the toilet.
That worked fine until the one day, I slipped….
(I’ve fallen and I can’t get up)
So NOW I have a second wheelchair parked IN the bathroom.
To recap, I wheel my primary chair to the door.
I Carefully put on the wheelchair brakes and switch to the 2nd wheelchair, and go from there. ( Yes there is a story in there too, but I digress)
Simple enough right?
Sure……….. until you add more characters to the story.
The other day, I was playing with my grandsons in the living room, when my body decided it URGENTLY needed to use the facilities. I quickly wheeled to the bathroom, did the quick wheelchair swap, and made it to the toilet, JUST IN TIME.
As I let out the breath I had been holding I hear 2 sets of pitter patter coming my way. Oh shit, the boys don’t know how to do steps yet and I know from past experience NOTHING will keep them away from Grandma.
Danny was the first to navigate around the wheelchair and promptly FACE PLANT onto the floor. OH the SCREAMING! Which immediately caused Joey to begin Wailing as well, even though he hadn’t even attempted he step yet.
From where I was sitting, (literally) there did not appear to be any blood, but I couldn’t move to be sure. I needed to coax them both into coming in further.
Travel size Kleenex packages to the rescue! I quickly tore open an 8 pack that lives in a box next to my “throne”, and began crinkling the packages. Thankfully THAT, and a drawer full of pads did it!
While I was examining Danny’s face for injury, he decided that he also wanted to be on the throne, as did his brother.
Quite the family affair, don’t you think?
As we all SAT there, I was so grateful that my bathroom was one of the first rooms I baby-proofed. Although it wasn’t the most thorough cleaning ever, I was able to swifer the bathroom floor before the boys came.
I feel like I should put in a disclaimer here that unlike my story So I did a thing, where I glued myself to the bathroom floor, no one was actually injured during the making of this story. SMH
Thank you for taking the time to stop by today. Hopefully I made you chuckle a bit, or at the very least smile.