Mother of the Year

>> Tuesday, August 10, 2010

We have been out of town for a few days, so writing a blog post has proven challenging. 

To begin with, Toddler, DH and I have all been sharing one bed.  True, it was king-sized, but not even king-sized is big enough for three people when one of them has a tendency to sleep sideways.  I think he's getting a little tall for us to willingly arrange this sleeping situatin again.  I need to really take a look at our fall vacation plans and make sure Toddler gets his own bed. 

We arrived on Friday late afternoon after a fairly uneventful drive through three states, just in time to go out to dinner.  (Fried pickles -- yum!) By the time we got back to the hotel, Toddler had just about had it.  He was too tired to even remember to tell us that he had to go potty.  In fact, he was so tired that Darling Husband just laid him on the bed -- the only bed; the one we all shared -- to change him into PJs.

What followed looked something like this, something I have not seen since Toddler was a newborn:



What I heard, from the hallway, was DH saying, "Toddler, why didn't you tell me you had to go potty?"  Next, with much chagrin and red-face, I called the front desk and asked for a whole new set of sheets.

Of course, with this family, one dramatic peeing display could not possibly be the end of our potty adventures.  Shortly after that someone (I cannot recall who) decided Toddler needed to try the potty one more time.  Given that we, Toddler included, are now all seasoned veterans at all forms of potential potty mishaps, we did not bother to bring our own potty seat.  Toddler is a big boy and can handle a big potty, provided we overlook a little bit of crack peeing and arcing.  However, a super-tired boy sitting on a super-big potty -- the really long ones you find in standard hotels and many restaurants -- can easily fall in butt-first if he lifts up one hand for any reason.

Yes, my tired child fidgeted on the potty and fell in.

Literally.

Butt first, with feet pointing upwards.

Screaming bloody murder while we fished him out.

But even this brilliant display of parenthood did not win me the Mother of the Year Award.  No, I got that one for leaving the hotel room and laughing hysterically in the hallway as soon as we fished him out of the toilet.

2 comments:

kadiera August 10, 2010 at 9:49 AM  

A tip for future big scary potties: Sit toddler on potty facing backwards. Harder to fall in that way, and harder to make a mess of the entire room.

Susan August 10, 2010 at 11:51 PM  

Oh dear! Funny commercial. I hope it wasn't too much like that.

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