It. Never. Ever. Fails.
We're going out to lunch or dinner with friends
We get to the restaurant and just as I am getting into a really good conversation, (you know, after we have figured out seating, found ways to keep them busy and occupied, cut their food, encouraged them to eat, cleaned up their mess, taken a breath and started to eat my own meal), one of my girls says, "I have to go potty."
I think they hate me.
My heart sinks and my blood boils.
Don't they realize that this is my off duty time? Couldn't they tell that I was enjoying myself? Didn't they notice that this was the first adult conversation that I had gotten to have all day?
They don't even care.
I want to scream. Like in a really loud and ugly way. I want to yell, "didn't I tell you to go before we left the house?"
But I can't, because I don't want the reign of judgement from all the good parents.
So I get up and take them.
But I am annoyed.
Like really annoyed.
So I have my own version of a temper tantrum and hurry them through it, and just as I sit back down, take a bite and try to figure out where we were in our conversation, the other child pops up and whadoyouthink she has to say?!
I need to go potty.
Why is The Lord punishing me?
I wasn't going to gossip. I had no wrong intentions. I just wanted to eat a hot meal, discuss Pinterest and find out when Brangelina is getting married.
But it's not meant to be.
I take her, and after we return, everyone is packing up to go.
Once again, they win.
So, would it be wrong to put my 8 and 5 year olds back into diapers?