Evacuation Plan

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large family humor, potty training

It should have been so easy. We just had a few errands to run.  So we did what parents have been doing for generations; we loaded up the kids in the van so we could complete a few tasks on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. That’s not too much to ask, is it?

In this family, apparently it is.

We left the house as 2:30 in the afternoon. I was so on top of things that I inspected the children’s clothing before I let them in the van. No child of mine was leaving this house mismatched or unkempt. No sir.

First stop Walgreens to drop off a Redbox movie and grab a water bottle for Apollo. Normally we wouldn’t run in and grab water for our preschooler, but one of the extra “bonuses” of having a tube-fed child is that when he gets dehydrated his stomach rejects anything new added. Forcefully rejects anything. In other words, he vomits explosively. And we like to avoid that. When we can.

Next was the library to return a few books and pick up my holds. In fact, I almost took a photo of my “new” books to post on Instagram with this caption: Oh happy day! New library books. Am I the only one who posts imaginary photos their Instagram account? Oh please, please tell me I’m not…

And the day just kept getting better, because next Chuck drove to the Apple store where we purchased a new battery ($50 installed!) and LifeProof case for my iPhone. It was in the Apple store parking lot that things began going down hill…Apollo needed to use the bathroom. No problem, Kalina took him into do his business then headed back into the van.

When I got back in the van, I was hit by the aroma of sweaty armpits, dirty socks and the unknown scent that comes along with multiple kids. It wasn’t pretty. I was also greeted by a child telling me they needed to use bathroom.

Are you serious?” I asked. “We’ve been here for 15 minutes, why didn’t you go?”

I did, but dad said no. He said to pee my pants if I had to go

My husband, at times, has a flair for the dramatic. We do not, in fact, endorse wetting your pants.

On we drove. Chuck needed new work pants and was in and out of the work store in about six minutes. And the entire six minutes was filled with moaning and groaning about needing to use the bathroom. By now, Apollo had taken up the chorus as well, only now he had to go number two. Judging from the smell in the van, he was serious.

On we drove. Down the freeway for miles. We had issued the usual parental warnings: stop fighting, don’t touch your sister, look straight ahead and no talking. Along with a few that are unique to our family, such as sit on your hands and put your clothes back on. Apollo kept up his song and dance about needing to, well, poop. We deviated from our route about five minutes to pull into a rest stop on the side of the freeway. No, it’s not my first choice in rest room facilities, but when you have a dozen or so kids and travel thousands of miles per year taking your son to the nearest Children’s Hospital, you learn to make good use of them.

Chuck stayed in the van and all the kids headed in to use the facilities. I took Apollo. Only he insisted on using the men’s bathroom. Unfortunately, the oldest boy with us was Mordecai and at a very immature 11, he’s not up for the task of taking a preschooler to poop in a public bathroom. Into the ladies’ room we went.

I lined the toilet and sat Apollo upon the throne….from my squatting vantage point I could see in the next stall what I can only describe as a massive bowel eruption that made Pompeii look like a small leak. Nothing was spared. Not the toilet, the walls, or the floor of my stall.  Apollo refused to “go” and began hollering that he needed a urinal. As you know, you can lead a kid to the toilet but you can’t make him go.

As I washed my hands Apollo took off out the door. I darted out after him and didn’t see him anywhere. I looked around a privacy divider just in time to see him going into the ladies’ room next door. Because, you see, he thought it was the men’s room. I was convinced this was my  ticket to freedom. He would think it was  the men’s bathroom, go potty and we would be on our way. I could see him in a stall of the otherwise abandoned bathroom…I briefly considered letting him take care of his business himself, but quickly eschewed that idea when I remembered the eruption in the last bathroom.

Need help?” I asked. I went in and got him situated. He began to do his duty but quickly realized, with horror, that he was going to urinate as well. Horror or horrors!

Its coming out!” he yelled. “My pee is coming out! I don’t want my pee to come out. I need a urinal!” and he began to sob. And cry. He sat on the toilet, slumped over in defeat. He had peed in a toilet when what he really needed was a urinal.

Oh, the injustice of it all.

I, being the more practical one of this duo, hoped that now he would poop. Only he wouldn’t. Because he needed a urinal, you see. So I did what mothers have been doing since the beginning of time. I told him we would talk to his father.

Back out at the van I quickly got Chuck up to speed. In he went with Apollo who squeezed out exactly two drops of urine and then refused to use the toilet.

On we drove. Our final errand was to pick up Judah from a Criminal Justice club meeting and drop him off at friend’s house. We arrived about 15 minutes late…but that was fine since they weren’t finished and we ended up sitting in our warm, smelly van packed with children for another forty-five minutes. You read that right: Forty-Five…with a capital 4 and a capital 5. By this time I had dug out one of our Your Story Hour CDs (if you don’t have these use my affiliate link and buy some now or request them at your local library. They are amazing!) While we waited we learned how Henry Ford invented America’s first affordable car.

Then someone asked if Apollo had pooped yet. This, of course, sent his bowels into spasms and suddenly he needed to poop again. Right now. Chuck said he could poop in the field (we were surrounded by acre after acre of woods and grass) only we were short on volunteers for this poop-seeking mission. So, like all moms before me, I put my child’s evacuation needs ahead of my personal comfort and took him out to poop.

Did I mention the activity Judah was engaged in was pistol shooting? For the record, we were far away from any and all shooting, it’s just that we could hear them and Apollo was concerned about  pooping where there were “gun-shooting people” out there.

In the end, I stood in a lovely field holding a young boy’s bottom high above the foliage where he at long last, relieved himself. Back in the van Kalina immediately asked if “he got wiped” I gave her a dirty look and said, “what do you think?

Finally, at long last Judah arrived. We all got buckled and situated. We got back on the freeway. Or errands had now lasted more than three hours. The kids had been in the van the entire time except for our brief reprieve at the poop-spattered rest stop.

Two minutes into our drive Apollo piped up from his car seat.

I need to pee

 

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17 Responses

  1. Oh Honey I had three and I can tell you those commands are not unusual for a mum of three either. I can only imagine. It would be like the time I took12 visually and multiply impaired children from the middle of Queensland to Sydney via Brisbane and back. The easiest bit was the health checks. BTW now I care for dad being told to sit on your hands is still in vogue and taking a visually, physically impaired and demented man to the toilet is an experience I hope few people share. Public facilitates are far from ideal.

  2. You can’t make that stuff up! Freaking hilarious! Thanks for sharing a slice of life with us.

  3. I laughed the entire way through this post, it sounds like Apollo is a typical toddler! I’m still giggling. I’m sorry, it must not have been funny too you but I can’t help it. Thanks for the laughs.

  4. I feel your pain! Oh and if you have not heard the Jonathan Park CD series, they are excellent.

  5. Ah, this sounds familiar. All too familiar . . . . I remember my oldest lining up his collection of potties (I think we have family home video of this) because he was planning to deposit something in each one. They looked like smelly little train cars, and deposit he did. Everything was fine until he stepped in one and . . . domino effect. Then the time my daughter brought along her potty because she didn’t want those baby diapers and all three scorned pull-ups. So every half hour, it seemed, we had to stop in some wooded area (when we could find anything not absolutely on the side of the highway) where she would sit . . . and sit . . . and sit . . .

  6. We have learned with 3 boys, when one has to pee, they all go! We’ve made use of gravel side roads too while traveling. One of the perks of having boys!

    Jonathan Park cds are great too! My kids love them.

  7. They got to go when they got to go!!!

  8. Oh my! The laughs you can have at ther weddings!!!! 😉

  9. I thought this was so amusing I fwd it to my husband at work. It’s gotta be funnier than the ER on a holiday weekend right?

  10. Riding in the van with multiple boys?
    “Hand-between-your-knees-and-squeeze.”

    Hilarious 😀

  11. Jenny Goff

    This has happened to me so many times we actually carry a potty chair in the back of our van!!I It has saved me more times than I can count, But now of course some of the younger ones wont use it.” I need a REAL potty!!!! “

  12. When one of mine was 3, we had to drive about 40 minutes to get to church. When we arrived, he announced that he had to pee. So Daddy said, “Go ahead.” He did. RIght there in the van! Reminds me of your husband’s comment!

  13. Judy Small

    Beautiful, Renee. Simply beautiful. You are an amazing mom. I laughed bunches!

  14. This post sent me into fits of laughter- Apollo is a hilarious little guy 😀

  15. Oh my goodness, what a mess! LOL. I thought it was bad with two… you are supermom (with a sense of humour to boot)!

    Thanks for sharing (and for linking up tot the SHINE Blog Hop).

    Wishing you a lovely weekend.
    xoxo

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