Okay, so. Awhile back, we yanked out the shower in TB’s bathroom so we could put in a new tub & tile surround. We got about halfway done tiling when we hit Cancertown with my Mother-in-Law. In the interim, TB has been showering in our bathroom.
Tonight it got to be around 8:00 and I looked at TB and said “Go get a shower” This is what went down:
Me: Go get a shower.
TB: Awwwww…. WHY do I have to go get a shower NOW?!?!
Me: Because I’d like to get a shower in about an hour and you take for-ev-er.
TB: No I don’t!!
Me: Yes you DO. There’s your pre-shower dump, your use-all-the-hot-water shower, and the time it takes for the hot water tank to refill. By 9:00, I’ll get to take a lukewarm shower. Now GO.
TWH: You’re so mean.
Me: HOW/WHY am I MEAN!?!?
TWH: You just ARE. I din’t know how or WHY…
TB: (in his room) *gripe, grumble, groan*
Me: Never mind Boy. Take as long as you want in the shower. I wanted to go to bed early because I was thinking your Dad might get lucky. He just shot that all to hell.
TWH: Omigod Woman!! You’re gonna scar TB for LIFE!! Poor kid….
Me: *Giggle. Snort. Snerk*
Maybe I can be a little TOO honest sometimes…..