Not every day goes as planned.
I mean I don’t think I would ever plan to have pee splashed in my face and dripping on my foot as I stood in the middle of a long line at Walmart. Nope definitely not. But it happened. Yup, sure did.
My 2-year old has been getting the best of me lately. Most days I can’t help but feel like she is out smarting me every time I turn around. We have been on the potty training train for the last few months and she does really well… when she wants to.
Most recently she has started telling me she needs to go potty whenever she wants to “wash muh hands!” So I have started to pick and choose when I think she is telling the truth based on when she went potty last. Otherwise, we might as well set up camp in the bathroom all day.
Well, there we were waiting in the busy customer service line at Walmart. Trying to return a few things. Now, to her credit, she had told me she needed to go potty. But I had taken her about 15 minutes earlier and I “knew” she could wait. Now for whatever reason, the universe wanted to see me squirm that day. I was next in line, and was trying to keep my child in the cart. Anyone else think they need a 5-point harness to keep a kid in those things?!
Anywho, she wriggled her little toosh out of the seatbelt as I went to grab my return items. And almost at the same moment my foot started getting wet – “Momma I pee!” And it was still a coming. I suppose I had forgotten about the 12 oz smoothie she had nearly downed for lunch. But there it was making its reappearance, pooling on the plastic seat and running off onto my foot. Lovely.
I didn’t have much time to react because, “Next!” I warned the lady behind me not to step in my daughters…“spill”. And rolled the dripping cart forward as I fought her from trying to get her wet clothes off. The last thing I needed was a slippery toddler in her birthday suit trying to make a break for it.
They had to have paper towels behind the counter, right? Because of course I didn’t bring the diaper bag with me. Wrong. Great. Now what? Think Think Think… SPLASH! My foot alone being soaked must not have been good enough so little Miss decided to splash her hands in the remaining puddle, covering me and anybody else who was within the splash zone. And don’t worry, for the grand finale she lifted up the plastic seat and dumped the rest down to the floor all at once. Ugh…. Commence ugly cry.
Thank You, Thank you people of WalMart! Don’t worry we will be back! Now if y’all don’t mind. Just turn around and act like you didn’t see any of that as I make a run for the door. Oh, and my sincerest apologies to the nice man at the counter who offered to clean it up. I think I would have died of embarrassment if I had stayed any longer. Til next time WalMart.