Well, a few days ago Ella, Easton, and I ventured out to the library. On any other day this might not seem like a huge task, but today was...Ella had just completed her potty training and was now no longer accompanied by the safety of diapers.
Some of you may know that I have a horrible fear of public restrooms. I sincerely believe that is why my daughter took so long to get potty trained...I did not want to visit every public restroom with a toddler. Actually, I don't want to visit ANY public restrooms~ever!
We get to the library and we finally sit down in the play area. I am sitting there feeding Easton, our coats, purse, and diaper bag placed neatly on the chair next to me. I could feel the stress of getting to this point of the day wash away!!!
"Momma, I have to go poopies!!!!" (Said with much urgency!!)
Fear grips my heart! This was the dreaded moment I had always, well, dreaded!
I grab Easton, the bottle, purse, diaper bags, 2 coats, gloves, and hats. We make it into the bathroom as Ella is saying, "It's in my pants!!!" I can only imagine what IT is. Going into the bathroom stall my suspicions prove to be correct. I immediately place toilet paper all over the toilet seat and as I place my daughter on the precious pieces of paper that will protect her from all the germs ~they fall to the ground~leaving her bare bottom on the seat.
PANIC!!!!
I breathe deeply and regain my composure!
I am successful at taking shoes and dirty pants off and placing new pants and shoes back on without Ella touching the ground!! We wash our hands and as we are walking out the door we both see a little present that fell out of her pants. We have to pick it up (Ella thought this was quite the adventure and was enjoying every moment of it) and we proceed back to the library. Keep in mind that Easton's lunch has been interrupted and he is not impressed.
We all settle back in for a relaxing time. Again I can feel the stress leave me. Ella is playing happily and Easton is eating...
What is that I am feeling on my lap?
I guess I should have changed Easton's diaper while we were in the bathroom. Guess who didn't bring along another outfit??? Easton was wet (and so was his Momma). Well, I wrapped him in his blanket and kept on going.
At this point I am rethinking this whole day. As I am burping Easton he again decides to spread some joy and vomits all over him and me! Seriously????
I notice mothers keeping their children away from us!!!!
It is definately time to go!!! As we are leaving the children's room Easton is screaming, Ella is singing Jesus Loves Me (loudly), and I am trying to pick up my dignity, I look down and realize I had actually brought a book to read.
