Today, I was hoping to run a few errands after the stop at the Dr. for some meds to fix the strep throat I caught from my son. We were just going to run into a couple places, quick, smooth, in my typical mother of the year fashion.
The fatal flaw in my day was daring to pee.
Yes, that evidently turns children into non-obeying, personal space crashing, annoying little rug rats that get everyone talking.
I told them on the way in, a quick stop in the bathroom for me and then into the fun double cart for some bargain hunting and maybe even checking for a Lightning McQueen backpack. We walked into a beautifully empty and recently cleaned bathroom. I made the unforgivable mistake of thinking, well it will only take me 30 seconds, so instead of hogging the handicapped stall, I will just hop into a little one and the kids will wait for me right outside where I can see their little feet, surely no one will come in. Suddenly with me indisposed and the bathroom filling up there were little people coming under my door and the door next to mine. Seriously, Adah crawled under my neighbors door and under the stall wall and into my space. Mortified I said, just sit still to both the gigglers sitting at my feet. Hoping we could hide in there until everyone had left and my mother of the year status would remain untarnished. NOPE, throw that prize out the window. So there I am trying to finish everything up and holding onto people to stop them from crawling under the stalls again. Adah got her fanny backed under the next stall again and Michael escaped. I caught screaming Adah who remained in my grip, until I was all buttoned and zipped. After washing my hands and explaining why we had to leave the store RIGHT NOW!! I was able to leave the Target bathroom with two blessed howling children. No I didn't beat them, but leaving Target without actually entering the store is evidently an equivalent to my sweet angels. We were in the store less than 2 minutes, but it was quite a trip.
NO TREAT FOR YOU!!!! (Read that like the Soup Nazi would say it - if you have no idea who that is, it is sad that you have missed so much Seinfeld - I will pray that you will develop a sense of humor)
If you were in the Target bathroom with me today, I really apologize for the intrusion into your privacy and forcing you to listen to me disciplining my kids. "It is not okay to crawl under the stall or the door. . . " There was big talk about choices and consequences. But inside it was just me going - HOLY CRAP, I hope I don't see anyone who was in this bathroom and the best way to do that is to LEAVE. Sad, crying children in tow - I'm sure that didn't make a scene at all.
So tonight as I tuck in my bundles of joy, we will be having talks about bathroom etiquette. Hopefully the next time we will make it past the dollar spot. Maybe I will just hold it.
Love being a mom :) it keeps you humble.
This story reminds me of something I read last week "You can either laugh or cry, but either way you have to clean up the mess. Laughter somehow makes it easier." Don't you love that?
