OK. So, this is embarrassing. I was working downstairs and suddenly REALLY needed to go to the bathroom. REALLY. Needed. To. Go.
So, I ran upstairs to my bathroom. It was only after sitting down that I found out that there was 1 square of TP left, and the new stuff we just bought last night was in the linen closet of the OTHER bathroom. Ugh.
My 3 boys are still home as they don't go back to school until next week. So, I yell for them. And I yell for them. And I SCREAM for them. And I bang on walls to get their attention. All I want is for someone to hear me, and bring me some darn TP. Our house is not that big - they should have easily heard me.
But no one came.
What were they doing, you ask? Exactly what I had previously told them to do - they were in their room, door closed, music on cleaning their room.
So...I can't really get upset that they didn't hear me, but sheesh!
I ended up doing a suuuper loud and long scream while banging the wall at the same time, and my 8 year old FINALLY heard me and I was rescued.
Ah...glad it's Friday, LOL.