(Thanks for all the sweet support on the last post. So many big decisions coming up, and I appreciate your prayers! And in true OnceUponAmiracle fashion… let’s jump straight back into the craziness!)
You recall Itty Bit’s mission to visit every public restroom in a tri-state area, right?
And the one colossal backfire (har) when one was *ahem* less than pleasant?
So what I failed to mention about our last trip to Target, was that of course, the boychild had to use the restroom. I thought I was being smart by heading for the “secret” one by the pharmacy. You know, the “family” one where you don’t have to worry about people two stalls over listening in as your child discovers what the hole in the front of his “underwears” is for?
So the kiddo doing the pee-pee dance is nearly doubled over by the time I quickly shut the door and flip the lock.
By then it is too late and we both collectively gasp as our eyes begin to water.
“Momma!”, he chokes.
I know honey, I know.
Wincing and groaning and much holding of breath.
He can’t even get another word out. Holding his breath is now a matter of survival.And for the first time ever – the stench was so nauseating that I hauled him out without the mandatory hand washing.
The poor kid nearly drowned via antibacterial shower once we were far, far away.
Well played Target shopper, well played.
Happiness is FRESH AIR!