Hair Dryer = Heaven?!?

Gwen is not a "fan" of my hair dryer.  Not scared, per se, but more like "Yeah, Mom, I'm not really liking this, so I'll see you later."  So, as I do my hair every most mornings, I leave the bathroom door open, and she will peek in, just to make sure that I am still there, and that the dryer is still on {otherwise she would be TEARING the bathroom APART}, and usually just head across the hallway to her room to hide from the noise play.

These past few weeks, Gwen has had 2 molars break through.  Ugh.  My little baby is C-L-I-N-G-Y!  And I get it.  She's in pain, cranky, etc, and she wants her Mommy.  So, I've adjusted.  Whatever she needs, I'm there. 

Until, I had to pee.

Ugh, I can't believe that I am writing about this.

I am almost ashamed. 

Gwen has been so "needy" that I cannot even walk out of the room with out a full throttle tantrum ensuing, in less than 2 seconds.  But, even Mommies have to use the ladies' room every now and then, and this particular day last week, I did.  Like, I was about to burst.  Gwen was fully involved in a serious jam out session with DJ Lance Rock and those crazy Yo Gabbas and I thought I was in the clear. 

I. Was. Wrong.

Here comes little Miss Thang, RUNNING down the hall, already on the verge of tears... then I shut the door. 

Big Mistake.

If you were my neighbor, I guarantee you would have called the cops.

S.C.R.E.A.M.I.N.G.

I am now doing the "dance" {you know EXACTLY what I am talking about}, holding Gwen and trying to figure out what to do. 

Then, I saw it. 

A Godsend.

My Hair Dryer.

I turned that sucker on like blow drying your hair was going out of style!  Gwen couldn't get out of there fast enough!

So, yes, I totally peed while holding the "on" hair dryer.

I think I just blushed.

But it worked.  And that's all the matters....

Right?!?!

Happy Wednesday!

xoxo.