The thing that no one tells you, or at least that they don't like to talk about, is that potty training is a looooooong haul process. And it may be that the younger they potty train the longer it seems to take; because even though B is officially potty trained, and has been since early spring, she is only two years old and that territory comes with some self-control issues.
Which brings us to today's adventure: Its Tuesday, so that means art class. T tried to get B to go potty before they left the house, but she didn't go and said that she didn't need to. As soon as they got to the car, B claimed to need to pee. T told her that she'd have to wait until they got to art class because they were already late and C was already strapped in the carseat and the apartment was too far away and T threw her back out about 15 minutes prior and was not about to haul everyone back upstairs in a mad rush. So...
B kept talked about how she was waiting to get to art class so she could go potty all the way there. And then when the walked in and she saw all the art projects set up she suddenly didn't have to go! Finally, after the tell tale signs of cranky and fidgety, T decided to make B try to go potty again. And her undies were already damp (drat!) but she must have caught it just in time because B mostly went in the potty (hooray!). B proudly told the teacher that she peed and pooped in the potty (something mama loves talking about in public) and went about her business. As luck would have it there was not a change of undies or clothes in the diaper bag for some reason, so this would just have to be a lesson for B to learn about telling someone she needs to go potty before she starts going.
Ah, but the saga does not end there.
After class B wanted to go see Daddy and his lunch break didn't start for half an hour, so T decided to take the kids to Nordstrom Rack to look for winter coats. They're shopping, they're shopping...and then...in the shoes...it happened. B said she had to go pee again and as T turned her head to find a sign for the bathrooms she realized that B was already peeing and that she was completely soaked through (undies, jeans, converse...everything). T makes a mad dash to the restrooms, on the other side of the store, and then realizes..."hey, what can I do? We don't have a change of clothes."
So back over to the other side of the store, grab some new 2T jeans. Over to the shoes to find a pair that fits...does she wear a 5?...no time to try them on. What?! No children's underwear? Through the checkout, out to the car to change. A half hour late to lunch.
But at least B got a new outfit out of the deal. Could that have been her plan?
There is an upside to this tale: T had found a pair of waaaaay marked down Fendi sunglasses upon entering the store, thrown them in the cart with the intention of debating the purchase while shopping and then didn't have time to sort through the items on the way out. So she ended up with a swanky new pair of shades to replace the old scratched ones. Must be her karmic prize for the multiple pee situations of the day. Oh, and the whole not being able to stand up straight but still taking the kids to art class, to buy winter coats and to a lunch visit with Daddy. Those are actually very well deserved,
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