Bathroom | My Journey So Far….

If you have kids, you might agree with me, that most worrisome time of having kids in home, is when suddenly everything is quiet. No noise. Nothing. Just a big quiet. Maybe some distant giggling, and some hushed voices. Hush…..

This is when your sixth sense awaken to its full power and you start to consider everything that can go wrong at your home.

To cut the suspense, let me straight come to my story.

So, yesterday it suddenly became quiet and I got worried. You would have been too, if you have three toddlers at your home but no noise. But, being myself, I was too lazy to go check in on them. So instead I stayed back in my room with the love of my life – my couch and my Netflix. 😎

But, as if this universe thought that having three kids is not enough exercise for me; my phone rang. Phone that was in another room. Why universe? Why?

Now, I had to stand and walk. Walk whole 10 steps, just to pick up a phone. Argg….

There in complete darkness on my room, was light coming from the bathroom. I tried to listen to sounds coming from there. It was some giggle and laughs.

And there were those three thieves…. don’t panic. Not actual thief but my very own personal thieves, my kids, who were stealing my makeup from my bathroom.

Tisha, was leading them. She was painting boys toe nails with my pink nail polish. She herself had some glimmering lip gloss all over her face. Everything was pink there.

Why everything was looking pink to me? Did my eyes get some pink in them?

Nope.

It was my bathroom floor. Which looked like it just had a shower with pink color. To top it all, my pure white bathroom towels, were pink now, as if someone has tried to clean the bathroom’s pink stained floor with them. Cupboards with pink hand prints. Small devilish pink hands all over them. That was some Pink Storm!!

My kiddos? Well, they all were screaming, “Go away Mamma. We are playing”. 👿

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Warning: This post contains some beep beep words like ‘Potty’ 😮 and ‘Pee Pee’ so if you are drinking Gatorade or eating mashed potatoes – Stop. Stop Eating!

Life is beautiful and simple. So simple till you got our little bundle of joy. After that, your life is beautiful but Difficult. See how I emphasized difficult. 😎

You devise new ideas and tricks to ease out these difficulties. One of my trick was to have more than one difficulty at one time. Oops!!! I meant to say, I have more than one kid. Actually three, two twin boys and a Girl, one year apart.

How did it make parenthood simpler? Well, when you have kids who are almost of same age, you only need to teach one, and other will follow. Smart!!

Every Superiority tactics that I have applied, I did it on Tisha, my girl. For boys, Tisha was the headmistress. She taught them what she learnt from me. 🙂

When it comes to potty training, I just have to bought a fancy Potty seat for Tisha, and she started using it in course of time. Point to note boys, Give girls something fancy and they will do anything for you. 💡

Boys started early with the whole potty training thing. As they see their big sister using her Potty seat, they followed and next thing I saw, they were doing Pee Pee in their Potty seat. Sitting down. 😛

Coming to think of that, now I am kind of understanding, why their Pee was all on floor, when they were doing it sitting on their seat. 😐 I am a tubelight.

So, one fine day, my husband, Abhishek Singh, saw the boys, doing Pee, sitting down in their Potty seat. All hell broke loose.

Why are they Peeing like a Girl? 😡

God, I am really a tubelight. I didn’t teach my boys how to Pee standing up. 😮

Comes Papa to rescue. So, one thing that my husband has taught my kids, is how to Pee standing up. 😐

Well, the job is done. They now Pee standing up, straight in the toilet. Sometimes, they do try to make Pee Pee art on walls. But, I guess this is part of being a boy.