gotta go gotta go gotta go

I got a Kindle for Christmas.
It got shipped to a man in the next town over who happens to have the same name as Briny.
And when he left us a voicemail saying he thinks he has our Kindle I knew Santa had come early.

I am still feeling it out.
Still getting used to flipping with a button.
In our days of an abundance of technology, this new "toy" will take some time getting used to.
I love books.
Booksth, as Xave calls them (his lisp is great). There is something about the weight, the smell and the feel.
And there is an unknown reaction that happens in the body when surrounded by books. For me it is the bookstore.
And for Xave, it is apparently the library. The sudden "gotta go" type urge.

For the past several weeks, as Xave and I pull into the library, he starts shouting, "PEEPEE! PEEPEE THERE!"
Huh?
And the first thing we do is head to the potty seat, pull down the diaper so he can yell and scream at me that he does not, in fact have to do peepee. BUt after about 10 minutes pulling out every 4th book in the children's section asking "firetuck? firetuckbookmom? He gets the gotta go urge. And goes. And tells me after. And no, not PEEPEE.
And I can't say I blame him. There is not a bookstore I have met where the same thing hasn't occured to me.

So I slowly enter the realm of the bookless books.
And wonder about the relationship between books and bowels.
And am happy that at least one of my traits was passed on to my son.
So when people say "he looks just like his dad", I can always come back with:
"yes but he does THIS, just like me..."

Been sinkin low, but the opposite of that

You know that sinking feeling you get when you flush the toilet and the water decides to defy gravity and move slowly upward?

You know that moment of relief you get when the rising water stops just shy of the top of the toilet bowl, because it never really overflows but just looks like it's about to and then stops?

You know the panic that sets in when that feeling of relief is smashed and the water just comes spilling over the top? Toilet paper clinging onto the inside water like an anchor, while liquid that should be moving down into the sewer pipes spills onto the floor.

You know that "really?" sensation you get as you frantically pump and tear school-grade paper towel out of the dispenser and begin to slowly but surely (surely?) start the clean up?

You know how you respond "um, yes" to the person on the other side of the door who asks you "is there an issue"?

Because you are not in the privacy of your own home? But at work?

I do.