So, we were just leaving Walgreens. Greg isn't feeling well (self-diagnosed swine flu), and the girls and I had left him to sleep while we went to buy him various drugs. The torrential rains were coming down. I ran the girls out to the van . . . threw Annie in her door, ran around and got Ellie strapped into her seat, then rushed back to get Annie all fastened in, then dove in my door. I was pretty wet, my hair a complete loss, but we were in and could head home. Until I heard my new least favorite phrase while out in public, "Mommy! I have to pee! NOW!" Crap.
Sooooooo, I jumped out of my seat, opened Annie's door, unfastened her carseat, ran around and got Ellie unstrapped and out, then ran back to Annie's side where, by now, she had climbed down out of her seat (heaven help the fool who tries to help her in or out of her carseat), grabbed her by the hand and made a mad dash through the parking lot back into the Walgreens. The lady who'd minutes before checked us out gave us an odd look, until I asked her where the restrooms were. Then she laughed and pointed them out.
Which leads to my least favorite outing activity . . . holding Ellie in one arm, resting her on my hip, while I one handedly try to get Annie situated on a public toilet. The mere thought makes me a little queasy. But, we're getting better at this, and I can now fling her onto a toilet seat using only my one hand and gripping under her arm. (Washing hands is even trickier, but there is no way I'm setting Ellie down on a public restroom's floor).
Anyway, so I now have Annie sitting proudly up on the toilet seat, and we wait. And wait. And WAIT.
'Til Annie suddenly pipes up, "Hmmm. I guess I don't need to pee anymore."
10 comments:
ha ha ha that is so funny. I am also going thru the joys of potty training. But it sounds like Annie is still doing better job then Dallin.
That is hilarious.....better than an accident in the car seat I guess....
This is the reason I haven't gone out in two weeks. Poor husband gets the "can you pick up...on the way home from work" phone calls and dutifully obliges. I hate hip-toting-toddler-flinging-don't-touch-THAT stage of potty training. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck! Good luck to the both of us.
Your life should be a miniseries. I love your commentary. :)
This is so us every single time we make the 2 hour drive to grandma's. Claire just likes the gas station restroom tour I think. I have a rule for her that she can't touch anything, so I do all the work then at least I don't have to worry about washing her hands too.
However we're not usually stuck in rain. Actually never. That sucks.
Hee, hee.
Just think how nice it will be once Annie is fully potty trained AND has good bladder-control. This will all be worth it.
Yeah... Connor won't be potty trained until he's five. :)
That has to be the worst. Mainly because you can't take any chances! Good luck.
Annette
Potty training is so fun. I had this same scenario happen a few times. I am waiting until Audrey is 5! I love the way you write:)
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