There was one part in the movie “Crooklyn” that I didn’t understand until i became a mother of multiples. Alfre Woodard’s character belted to her husband “I CAN’T EVEN TAKE A PISS…WITHOUT SIX PEOPLE HANGING OFF MY TITS!!!” I get it now!!!!
My children follow me EVERYWHERE. If i go to the bathroom…suddenly they have to go. Mind you they are up at least 2 hours before me on Sundays (he lets me sleep in…thanks babe) I literally tip toe to the bathroom. But i SWEAR the dog signals them. Mommy wants to shower…now is a good time to want a sandwich…somebody wants a sandwich!!! Mommy is on the sofa. My twins will walk right past their father to ask me for a juice box. Literally look at him. Think about it. Then walk to me to get them juice! Did i ask for help yet?
I remember doing that to my mother. This is me apologizing 😂😂 im sorry i didnt let you pop a squat in peace. Please remove the juju from my children so I can go peacefully…please?