2 kids, 1 mom, and a gas station bathroom
The title alone, I am sure has put fear in the minds of mothers who are reading this.
Let me tell you my friend, fear isn’t the word.
The two little darlings and I, ventured out to the local mall to pick up ballet and tap shoes for Sophia. My daughter, who I am sure is going to be a politician, must have talked to everyone in the whole entire mall at least one time. There were moments when we would walk past people and she would say “Didn’t I just see you in that other store?”
I don’t know how many people she asked, “Do you know my name?”
After our exciting outing we started the journey home. This would not have taken very long had it not been for the terrible road construction that added an extra 1/2 an hour onto our drive time. There we sat, stuck in traffic and my gas light comes on… if my husband is reading this he is rolling his eyes just about now. Yes, I am aware that I shouldn’t have let it get that low, but these things happen.
So, we sit, I begin to pray.. pray that the car doesn’t run out of gas. Then my daughter… “this chocolate milk is hurting my tummy, I think I have to poop”…. great!
As I quickly navigate the road construction, I find somewhere for her to use the restroom. A gas station would not have been my preference but it was the only thing in sight and when you gotta go you gotta go.
I pull into the gas station and she said that she doesn’t think she has to go. OK, so I’ll just pump the gas and get home. I’m sure this relief won’t last long. Just as I climb back into the car, “I’m gonna poop, I can’t wait till we get home!”
Reluctantly, unload the kids and into, gulp, the bathroom.
“Hold hands in the parking lot.”
Yes, into the gas station bathroom; better than pooping her pants… I guess.
We proceeded to the bathroom where I informed my children “don’t touch anything!”
I really should NOT have spoken those words to my 2 year old son who seeks every opportunity to defy everything I say.
I thought, if I let him hold the keys it may keep his hands occupied and won’t touch anything else.
WRONG!
As soon as I was lifting my little girl onto the potty, that I had appropriatly covered with toilet paper, he tossed the keys into the trash can and smeared his clean, innocent little hands down the side of the trash can.
My daughter screamed, “He’s Hands Have Germs!”
I grabbed him and held his hands in the air. I told my daughter to hurry and finish so we could get out of there, you really can’t rush these things… but I just wanted to get out of there.
I let go of him for a second to assist my daughter as he then proceeded to look at me smiling, that evil little ‘I’m not listening to you’ smile, and rubbed his hands all over the wall.
Worst of all… while I was occupied helping my baby girl get off the potty…
you ready moms…
He sat on the bathroom floor and rubbed his hands on the ground! I swear to you I could see him making ‘snow angels’ in the germs!
Well, all I have to say is THANK GOD for antibacterial hand soap.
My daughter was mortified! She was screaming about the germs on her bubba’s hands.
As I lifted him up to wash his hands the faucet sprayed all three of us. The kids were screaming we were soaked!
We quickly left the bathroom and got in the car and went home to disinfect put on some dry clothes.
Since that day, I have been carrying a potty chair in the back of my van… think what you may, but I would much rather do that than have my sweet baby hands ever touch a filthy gas station bathroom again!
Moral of the story: At all costs, avoid gas station bathrooms with children!!!
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