I Was NOT Beating Them

Y’all know our road trips to San Diego are always an adventure.  Today I would like to give a little shout out to the three CHP officers who were enjoying their Starbucks coffee in Wildomar this morning.

Thank you for not arresting me and carting me off to jail.  Contrary to what it sounded like I was NOT beating my children in the Starbucks restroom.  I know by the sheer volume and pitch of the noises emanating from the restroom, it sounded as if I was beating the girls within an inch of their lives. But I assure I was not.  I didn’t lay a finger on either one of them.

Instead what you heard was a total dual meltdown based on who was going to pee on the potty first.  The Little One got in there first, had her pants halfway down and was working on her diaper when the Big One swooped in and booty bumped the Little One from in front of the potty.

She quickly stripped her pants and panties off and hopped up on the toilet.  As the Little One began shrieking like a wild animal caught in a trap, I tried to calm her down, while at the same time giving the Big One the death stare.

Well that was a bad idea on my part.  Sensing that she was in HUGE trouble, the Big One started wailing at the top of her lungs. Both girls were trying to out-do the other with their screams.

As the noises echoed off the restroom walls,  I just stood there holding my breath waiting for a knock on the door followed by someone asking if everything okay.  Thankfully that knock never came and the screaming subsided as both girls got the chance to pee.

Everything was fine for about 90 seconds until I helped the Little One wash her hands and the Big One tried to be helpful by getting a paper towel for the Little One.  Of course, the Little One wanted to do it herself, so we went into meltdown again.

Not wanting to press my luck, I opened the restroom door and let the crying fest continue while I ordered my coffee.  I wanted to make sure everyone in the Starbucks saw that I was calm, cool and not beating anyone!

I also admit that I was even more concerned that the CHP officers were done with their coffee and preparing to arrest me for leaving Gracie Lou in the car.  Fortunately after I ordered my coffee, I looked out the window and saw there were no police officers breaking into my car to release the dog.  They were still relaxing at the corner table enjoying their morning coffee.

Yes, I left the dog in the car.  It was not too warm today, the windows were open and we really do pee pretty fast. {likely story,  I know.  What do you do when both kids have to pee and you are traveling alone???} I’ve got the Big One convinced that the police are going to take Gracie Lou away if we do not hurry.  But, now that I have to deal with the Little One on the potty, I think I am going to have to bring a portable potty and we will just have to pee in the parking lots soon so Gracie isn’t left alone.