Eating my words...

I knew it was bound to happen at some point.  I should have known it was coming, because parenting makes you eat your words all the time; for example: "I'll never change a poopy diaper!" or "I'll never wake up 500 times per night; my kid will just deal with it!" or "I'm never getting rid of my motorcycle!" or "I'm never getting stretchmarks!"  The list could go on forever.   Today, I opened wide and chomped down on my "I'm never going to let my kid piss in a parking lot!"

I've discussed how potty training is mostly training us parents, and this month I learned this lesson the hard way: through Ashton's three uncharacteristic accidents.  The most memorable of these happened at the tot lot.  At first, I noticed a spot on Ashton's butt and thought it was from a slide.  As the wet spot grew, I knew Ashton had sprung a leak.  When the spot morphed into a full-throttle accident, I grabbed him and pulled him to the side for a quick wardrobe change.  Little did I know that he wasn't close to being finished.  Air activated the hose and boom, I was covered in pee only to look up to see Brandi laughing hysterically at me.  This of course explains the above picture...  Naturally, my being assaulted by pee has made me a little jumpy when Ashton says, "Mommy, pee pee time!"
 
On a trip to quickly pick up a jogging stroller purchased from Craigslist, I was racing against the clock because the seller needed to leave his house at a very precise time.  I knew before I left our house that I was pushing my luck, so I begged Ashton to hold it when he said three separate times, "Mommy, pee pee time," and "Mommy, no pee pee in car.  Pee pee in pah-pie." I couldn't afford to stop even for a second, because being late meant that I took the hour and thirty minute drive for nothing.  Finally, we skidded into the seller's parking spot and loaded the stroller into the car.  Suddenly, Ashton reminded me of his need to use the "pah-pie."  I couldn't bring myself to ask a perfect stranger to 1. further delay his plans and 2. let unknown people enter his house and use his bathroom.  Furthermore, with a paranoid cop of a husband, I knew my ass would be grass if I went into this nice man's home even for an emergency.  So, I let Ashton pee in his sippy cup for fear that he would urinate all over his car seat, which, as we all know, requires Einstein's IQ to return to normal once the seat cover is removed. 

You got that right, I ate my words and the aftertaste still lingers...