Yesterday I had one of those experiences about which you can laugh hysterically… after the fact.
You know what I mean?
I took William to his karate class, and brought Alexander along, too. All 3 of us had to use the bathrooms before class began. So we booked it real quick to the restrooms.
The only restrooms that were unlocked were the “kid” bathrooms. Oh yes, that means stalls that even I am taller than (I’m 5′ tall) and toilets that are about 1 foot off the ground.
So being 8 months pregnant, you can imagine how fun this was.
William decided to go all by himself in a separate stall, “like a big boy.”
Alexander had to come in with me.
As I turned to lock the stall, I noticed it was busted. It wouldn’t latch. So I showed Alexander how to hold the door shut so nobody would get in.
I tried to make it like a “big adventure” for him… I guess that was my first mistake, asking my 2-year-old to hold the door shut while Mommy went to the bathroom.
Well, guess who decided to let go of the door and run off to play in the sink while I was going to the bathroom?
Oh yes, Alexander.
And guess who had to lunge at the door mid-(TMI alert!)stream to grab the door?
Oh yes, me.
I could hear William laughing from his stall and saying, “Look Alex, Mommy peed on the floor!” (Remember, I’m 8 months pregnant… there are some things that cannot be stopped when you’re at this point.)
And my 2 boys thought it was, hands down, the funniest thing they had ever seen and said.
So I quickly finished up, began to clean up the little mess… and as I was doing it some other moms started to come in with their kids.
I was on the floor with paper towels, cleaning up. What could I do? What could I say?
That’s right, I blamed my son.
Of course, every mother gave me that “oh-we-have-been-there-with-our-kids” smile and asked if they could lend a helping hand.
I assured them I had it under control.
But really, I’m not so sure about that! 🙂