Having to walk into his classroom and physically collect Dude has seriously shortened my time on an afternoon when time is already tight. One day a week we are running from school to the swimming pool for lessons and too often we don't make it on time; today is that day.
Unfortunately, Ball often waits until the very last possible second before deciding that she needs to go potty and recent experience has taught me that she will not be able to wait until we get to the pool. This would be so much easier if she were a boy! (I'm thinking of empty water bottles and yes, I write from experience.)
I pull onto a side street and pull up to the curb of a nearby community. I grab a towel out of our pool bag (thrilled that I am somewhat prepared for this), hold it around Ball and position her so that I am holding her under her armpits as if she were sitting, with her butt swinging in the breeze over some plants. As she's watering the plants, I'm moving my feet so they don't also get watered. I'm also working hard to keep her modest with the towel when Dude jumps out of the van, stands next to us, drops his drawers and just lets go. (Now that, was unexpected.)
I am now aiding and abetting two minors with indecent exposure. I am doing this because one time when Ball was first being potty trained, and I didn't have a spare diaper to slap on her, and I couldn't find a place to pull over, I said to her in a defeated voice "you can just go potty in your car seat." And ever since then, I have been trying to convince Ball that my van is actually not a driving bathroom.
Please share your own potty training failures with me so I don't feel quite so inadequate.
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