Things I Learned In A Restroom Stall- Part 1

I am continously amazed at how swiftly a carefree and enjoyable day out with the kiddos can turn miserable. Seriously within seconds.

Today I was running a few errands alone with N and A. We were happy and smiling and productive and then we just weren't. A was ready for a nap and N 'suddenly' had to go number 2 (even though we had JUST been to the bathroom 5 minutes before) and I felt like handing them off to a stranger and fleeing in the car.

Am I the only mom that finds the whole "two kids inside a public restroom stall thing" absolutely the worst 6 cubic feet in the universe?!?! It is a smothering, squirming, please-don't-touch-that... or-that-or-that punishment. N honestly spent over five minutes on the toilet- I guess he really is becoming a man. Since we were quickly approaching naptime, A struggled against me and whined and cried the entire time. I wanted to poke my eye out but unfortunately, I just couldn't put my baby on a bathroom floor to inflict the damage to myself.

Maybe I am being a little dramatic but this is just an example of one of those moments gone wrong. It did not matter that we had had a good morning or would be leaving the store as soon as N was done, in that 5 minutes I was miserable... and grateful that no other person was in the bathroom to hear me berating my 3 year old for not being an olympic speed pooper.
I guess you could also argue it the other way- you can go form meltdown to giggles again just as fast. I blame their underdeveloped brains but can't use that excuse for myself. At least today I recognized the flip-flop so maybe next time when they go from pleasant to institutional in under 10 seconds I will spare myself the stress, close my eyes and wait for the wave to pass... even if it is in a public bathroom.