Today I found myself locked in a itty bitty bathroom with a 55 lb. dog and a 26 lb. child.
This was not by choice.
All I wanted to do was go to the bathroom like any normal person ever wants to do.
But before I knew it, there I was, sitting on the toilet, dog's head resting comfortably on my lap as my child tries to crawl into it as well.
And I couldn't even call for help because Kassidy was smart enough to shut the door behind her, meaning that Daddy couldn't hear me.
So, I did what any resourceful Mom would do. I finished my business, trying not to accidentally elbow my guests in the process, put on my big girl pants (literally), moved Kassidy to one hip to wash my hands, petted Massey on the head, and opened the door to freedom.
And I won't lie. I was a tad impressed with myself in the process.