Some days you write the post. And some days the post writes itself. Today is one of those days ...
Yesterday, J was at an off site meeting in Williamsburg. Busch Gardens is in Williamsburg. Obviously, we NEEDED to meet J there when he was done. It was the only logical thing to do.
J was planning on meeting us there at 4:30. I figured that the girls and I would go a few hours before that to make the most of the day. So, I fed the girls an early lunch, packed up our stuff and got in the car. In the first 10 minutes of our hour long drive, Doodle decided she needed to drink her entire 16 oz cup of water. No biggie. Except she proceeded to fall asleep. Also, no biggie. Except that when we pulled into the parking lot and she woke up, the first words out of her mouth were, "Mommy. My pants are all wet."
Fan-Freaking-Tastic! The car seat was drenched. As were every inch of her shorts and half of her shirt. I stripped her down in the parking lot (covering myself in the urine that dripped off of her clothes) and gave her a fresh pair of underwear. Unfortunately, I didn't have a spare pair of shorts. So, the poor kid had to walk into and through Busch Gardens WITHOUT PANTS until we could find a store to replace them. (I did, however, tie a spare shirt I had in the car around her waist. But, you could still totally tell that she was pants-free.)
Now, for a normal person, the story would end here. But, not for me. Because Doodle wasn't my only child to have a peeing incident yesterday. At the very same time that I was trying to clean up Doodle, Dizzle started pleading with me to take her to the bathroom. I couldn't. We were in the middle of a parking lot and her sister was naked. I was left with one option. Grab the training toilet I keep in the car. I placed the toilet in the back of the car and told Dizzle to go. Which she did. A lot. She got up. I wiped her and helped her exit the car. Now, remember, I am still dealing with Doodle at this point. Dizzle is all set. I grab the toilet to empty it. Then I stumbled. And I emptied it. Right on my leg. Seriously? What the heck? In a matter of five minutes, I managed to get covered in the urine of two of my children. How is that possible?
When I finally thought we were past the lack of bladder control for the day and everyone was once again fully dressed, I let my guard down. But, it was too soon. I had forgotten that I have a third child who had failed to cover me in pee. You see, a mere 40 minutes after arriving, I decided to take the girls on a ride which required me to take Dilly out of the stroller. I grabbed all of our stuff, unbuckled Dilly, picked her up and that's when it happened. I had failed to notice that her diaper was oversaturated and the simple act of me picking her up had covered me in pee. For the third time in less than an hour.
Let's just say, I'm not planning any solo trips to Busch Gardens in the near future ...