public toilets

Let's talk toilets for a minute.

First, taking 3 children to the potty in a public place is chaos. (I tried to think of a great way to describe it, but words are failing me). It's just plain difficult. If you're lucky enough to be in a place where the stall is big enough to hold 4 people and a huge stroller you have your first hurdle jumped.

Then we move onto examining what type of flushing mechanism the toilet is equipped with. If it's your typical handle, no fear. If it's the IKEA type that's green with the up or down options, we've got questions. If it's the type with a button to push on the wall, it's cool. If it's automatic, we've got screaming. TREMBLING AND SCREAMING! They know. If there's no type of handle or gigantic button, we've got serious trouble.

I can see it in there minds. The two of them standing there debating if they really have to pee or will they take their chances and forgo this unpredictable bowl that could flush on them at any moment..

With the patience of my husband (which is none) I plop them down on the toilet, hands clutching onto my shoulders, and their heads looking back at the toilet with rapid fervency just waiting for this monster to blow. They finally pee out as much as their trembling body can possibly muster up. And then before I know it, they've climbed off the seat, huddled into the corner with their pants still down, and their ears covered as if waiting for a bomb to go off.

It's flushed, we can all breathe again.

Oh wait, there's one more and Sam is now trying to climb out of the stroller.