My baby was laughing at someone else pooping…
Yeah I had an embarrassing mom moment. Last week I went to pick my husband up from work (I jacked his car for the day because mine is out of commission currently) and I had to feed my baby.
He was closing up his shop and there was like nobody accept three others on the building so I went to the restroom and proceeded to breastfeed. 5 minutes goes by and someone walks into the stall next to mine.(The kind of stalls you can’t see under)
I don’t think she knew we were in there but she proceeded to do her business and with comical sounds made all the flatulent and “plop” sounds.
I stayed quiet…my baby did not!!!!!
My baby then unlatched and started laughing from hearing the sounds and started hitting the toilet paper holder so it was now known that the other lady was not alone.
I really hope she didn’t see my house shoes on the way past her stall because I couldn’t wait to scoop up my baby and evacuate the premises.
I talk…to myself…in the shower…about scenarios that will never happen
I have arguments and debates
I cry and yell if need be
I have rap battles and singing matches
I talk to God In the privacy and company of my own nakedness
I have pep talks
I zone out in a world all my own
Can you relate?
The best part about family really are the stories. When all of the older heads come around there is always some kind of story to tell. Sometimes it’s better than watching tv! There’s nothing like sitting around the dinner table as our elders laugh and tell us all of these funny or interesting stories we would never believe they were in.
I don’t know about most people but when my family drink alcohol they become the funniest people alive to me. They crack hilarious jokes on others, talk about absolute non-sense, but the best part are the hilarious stories about their past. It seems like every time I’d see my family they’d have some hilariously wild story to tell every time. We’d sit for hours on a story about their crazy young aged adventures.
Have any hilarious family stories? How does your family operate under the influence? How often do you have family gatherings? Do you feel like you have a big family? Comment your stories and give me your perspective.
Thanks for reading!