I hadn’t even planned on blogging about our adventure to watch fireworks at Jefferson Barracks the other night. Not that we didn’t have a great show and some wonderful company (Maggi and Willy) but nothing about the night stood out for me to write. And not many pictures to share. But as I was telling Don my adventure to take the boys to pee, I realized the story was too awful not to write and remember forever.
As we finally parked and walked to the extremely crowded area where we would eventually sit down to enjoy the fireworks, Liam said the last thing I wanted to hear from his mouth that night. The words I dreaded more than anything at that moment. “Mommy, I need to go potty! Really bad!” Having two potty trained children is wonderful! It really is awesome. Except when you’re at a park with a huge crowd and a big row of porta potties. So now it’s past 8, it’s dark, it’s hot, and I have Evangeline in the moby wrap. And now I have to take Liam to go potty. What could be worse than that? Oh yeah, now Kai has to go too. So we stand in line and we wait. As we’re approaching the front of the line, I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to survive the next few minutes. I have never actually been in a porta potty before. I have done everything in my power to avoid that situation. But now I have no choice. It’s our turn. We walk in, close the door, and we can’t see a thing. There we were. 4 of us in a stinky, dark porta potty with literally 2 square feet of standing room. I dig around in my pocket to find my phone. I turn on the flashlight and was finally able to lock the door. However, the flashlight also revealed inside the toilet. Kai was not too pleased. So now I have a whiny, scared kid. Remember, it’s hot and I have Evangeline strapped to my chest. Liam needs help getting up on the seat so he doesn’t have to touch anything with his hands. So I took a huge risk and handed my phone to Kai. He was supposed to be shining the light so we could see. He was shining it at the ground. And I’m nervous the entire time, expecting my phone to be dropped in the toilet any minute. We survived! But wait, now it’s Kai turn. He’s terrified. I set him on the seat but he is so disgusted that he can’t pee. I don’t blame him. At this point, I am drenched in sweat. We slather on the hand sanitizer and walk out. A breath of fresh air has never been so refreshing. We survived the porta potty and I hope I never have to do it again.
We didn’t get any good pictures of us, I got one lame picture of the fireworks (which actually ended up looking pretty cool if you think of it with a galactic mindset) and then we spent like an hour trying to get out of the place.
But I always enjoy getting to spend time with Maggi. And of course all the other Lovings. So we still had a good time.
Here are a few pictures we snapped at church while we waited for Maggi and Willy. Kingston ran away so I didn’t get any of him. I feel like that’s the story of my life.
He reminds me of Mark in this picture