A little story for the day...
This afternoon we were out and about running errands. While wandering around a furniture store Miss Mags dropped a bomb in her diaper and it needed to be taken care of. I was holding Anderson and raised my eyebrows at Joel like "good luck buddy". He then informed me that he'd love to change her diaper, but the men's washroom didn't have a change table in it. So I dutifully handed Joel our sweet smelling child and he passed me our sour smelling child.
Now the next part is a little hazy...
I was obviously distracted, but I don't know if I was looking at furniture or talking to Joel or what, but I certainly wasn't focused on the bathrooms. Maggie ran ahead of me and started pushing on the bathroom door saying "come on mama, let's go!"
and well... I followed her in.
Once we got into the washroom I unhooked the change table and lifted Maggie up onto it.
As soon as she laid down I thought...
"I hope this table doesn't break... it doesn't seem equipped to hold a 3 1/2 year old."
Not a split second after thinking this, someone came bursting through the door...
he was tall and balding...
"time stopped"
and the only thing I could think was "oh my heavens, he's probably wondering why I have practically a teenager still in diapers... I'm so embarrassed"
That's right folks...
I wasn't even remotely mortified that I'd walked into the gentleman's bathroom, but rather that anyone... anyone... saw that my miss mags was not potty trained, and about to break the baby's change table.
The gentleman on the other hand was incredibly confused... at first he began to apologize but then he looked up and saw the little stick man on the door and looked to me for some kind of explanation.
I picked Maggie up, explained that I'd just followed her into the room without even looking at the door (and just for everyone wondering, the urinals were at the back around a corner) and apologized for the confusion while quickly pushing the change table to it's upright position.
As Mags and I exited the bathroom, Joel looked up from a chair where he was waiting for us, and said "what are you doing in there?"
I responded "I just followed Maggie in..."
... and...
"you lied! There is too a change table in the Men's bathroom!"
So the moral of the story is this...
You know it's time to pottery train you child when...
you're much more embarrassed of the fact that they are still in diapers,
than you are that you were hanging out in the men's bathroom.
This afternoon we were out and about running errands. While wandering around a furniture store Miss Mags dropped a bomb in her diaper and it needed to be taken care of. I was holding Anderson and raised my eyebrows at Joel like "good luck buddy". He then informed me that he'd love to change her diaper, but the men's washroom didn't have a change table in it. So I dutifully handed Joel our sweet smelling child and he passed me our sour smelling child.
Now the next part is a little hazy...
I was obviously distracted, but I don't know if I was looking at furniture or talking to Joel or what, but I certainly wasn't focused on the bathrooms. Maggie ran ahead of me and started pushing on the bathroom door saying "come on mama, let's go!"
and well... I followed her in.
Once we got into the washroom I unhooked the change table and lifted Maggie up onto it.
As soon as she laid down I thought...
"I hope this table doesn't break... it doesn't seem equipped to hold a 3 1/2 year old."
Not a split second after thinking this, someone came bursting through the door...
he was tall and balding...
"time stopped"
and the only thing I could think was "oh my heavens, he's probably wondering why I have practically a teenager still in diapers... I'm so embarrassed"
That's right folks...
I wasn't even remotely mortified that I'd walked into the gentleman's bathroom, but rather that anyone... anyone... saw that my miss mags was not potty trained, and about to break the baby's change table.
The gentleman on the other hand was incredibly confused... at first he began to apologize but then he looked up and saw the little stick man on the door and looked to me for some kind of explanation.
I picked Maggie up, explained that I'd just followed her into the room without even looking at the door (and just for everyone wondering, the urinals were at the back around a corner) and apologized for the confusion while quickly pushing the change table to it's upright position.
As Mags and I exited the bathroom, Joel looked up from a chair where he was waiting for us, and said "what are you doing in there?"
I responded "I just followed Maggie in..."
... and...
"you lied! There is too a change table in the Men's bathroom!"
So the moral of the story is this...
You know it's time to pottery train you child when...
you're much more embarrassed of the fact that they are still in diapers,
than you are that you were hanging out in the men's bathroom.
9 comments:
This story kills me!! Hilarious.
That is too funny! Don't worry Peyton was almost 4 before was potty trained.
Thanks for clarifying what every wife and mother wants to know...there ARE changing tables in there! Loved this story!
Hahah! That's so funny! I probably would've thought the guy was wrong for coming into the womens! And yes, there are change tables in the mens, all over!
hahahahahaha!!! I love that I could see all that unfolding in my mind. Even the eyebrow raise directed at Joel. I miss you Reg, you're the best!
That is the greatest story..My 2nd son Brett was 3 1/2 when he fianlly potty trained...Maybe its because by the 4th one I didn't really care, I knew he would be trained before kindergarten and that is all that mattered to me...And good news was, he was he decided one day to just do it and he never had a accident since..SO there is something to be said about those late trainers.
Ha! I just laughed all over again! I especially liked that you wrote how she wasn't pottery trained at the end! Were you multitasking while you wrote this by any chance? :)
lots of laughing with that one! at least Joel knows he can pull that one over you again :)
just don't go on any trips right after you announce that your daughter is potty trained. all "H" could break loose and you just might find yourself changing diapers once again. shoot me.
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