This morning, the kids and I were heading to the Y for a
gymnastics class. We had the usual organized chaos of getting everyone dressed,
diaper changes, potty runs, and shoes/coats. Now please note that Henry is NOT
potty trained. I always put him on the potty before we go anywhere because he
generally will go if you put him on but he will never, ever, ever tell you that
he has to go. When you put him in underwear he inevitably pees through them regardless
of how on top of it you are. So we get all set and head to class. It was a “big
kid” class so Isabelle and Henry went in the gym on their own while I stayed
outside with Daniel and the other moms/siblings. About half way through the
class, Isabelle comes running to the door yelling, “Henry just did tinks
everywhere!!” I look in to see Henry slowly but surely waddling his way over to
the door. It is then that it dawns on me that I never put a diaper on him
before we left the house. He went potty, I pulled his pants up, and sent him on
his merry way to urinate publicly. Of course, I then have to apologize profusely
to the instructor (who most likely hates me) and figure out what to do with
him. I bring him and Daniel in to the women’s locker room and throw a diaper on
him. Naturally, I don’t have any spare clothes at all for him so I spy a hand
dryer that I use to dry his urine soaked pants. I then throw the pants back on
him, gather Daniel (who was playing with a dirty mop bucket), and send Henry
back in to class. So I get points for two fails this morning (1) Taking my
non-potty trained son out of the house without a diaper on and (2) Letting him
play for another hour in pants with dried urine all over them. Go me!
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