Yesterday a friend and I took our kids to our local children's museum. After lunch, we took a collective potty-break before resuming play. Miss H decided she wanted to go into the Family Restroom with her BFF, so I headed into the public restroom with Lil' B in the stroller.
After using the restroom myself, I proceeded to change Lil' B's diaper. I turned around upon hearing the restroom door open to see a man walk in to the restroom. I was about to say, "Hey Mister, you're in the Ladies Room," until I realized that he had walked straight to a urinal, and proceeded to relieve himself all with no knowledge of my presence behind him.
Utter and total mortification. I, in fact, was in the Men's Room.
Lil' B kept trying to talk to me, but I refused to utter a peep. I kept my back turned to him so that when he turned to leave, he would not see my complete embarrassment. But then I thought, "Oh no! He's going to have to walk over here to wash his hands!"
I don't know if he was just as embarrassed as I was or what, but he didn't wash his hands! Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!
A few hours later, I headed to the grocery store with the Rosebuds. I only needed a couple of items, so we were in and out of there in 15 minutes. Even so, Lil' B was refusing to sit in the cart and Miss H was raising a ruckus of epic proportion. Needless to say, I was flustered and off my game when I reached my car with three bags of groceries.
I hastily opened the door to my trunk when Miss H says, "Mommy, what is dat?" In my haste, I had forgotten the Play-Doh playset that Santa was hiding in my trunk.
"That? That's nothing." I replied.
"Oooooh, I know what dat is! It's Play-Doh. I want to play wit dat later." Doh!
"Miss H, that is not for you. It is a birthday gift for someone at Daddy's work." Bad Mommy!
"But den I will never play wit dat again!"
"Well, if you would like something like that for Christmas, we'll just have to put it on your list for Santa, won't we?"
Her eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "Yes, Mommy! Dat is a great idea!"