but the happenstances i am reflecting on here were not behind something and they all involved children. they included:
1) a little boy peeing on the stoop of hi-fi pizza in central square while his mother held the door open waiting for him to finish.
2) a mother who rushed her daughter out of the car, pulled down her pants on the side of the road and held her up in the air (in a semi-squatting position) while the she pissed on some poor persons flower bed.
and the most appalling act (since i know for a fact that there was a bathroom a mere 25 feet away)
3) a little boy on the shady hill campus who pulled down his pants (with his mother's nod of approval) and took a leak on the lawn while his mother chatted with a fellow parent.
and at the time i asked myself...
"what is wrong with these people?"
i may be a little closer to understanding their frame of mind. and while i would not encourage delilah to pee where the world can catch a glimpse... i kinda get the whole discombobulated reasoning behind these events. [with the exception to number 3. that's just plain lazy.] the constant monitoring of your child while potty training is
. e . x . h . a . u . s . t . i . n . g .
it leaves you in a frame of mind that is slightly akin to the kookiness achieved through sleep deprivation. so now my kooky ass is parked on a train heading to new york for one night only. it may be one night only... but it's two days of not worrying about random urination. cos i can make it to the bathroom on my own. usually.
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