Ahh, There's Just One Guy In There...

Have you ever been in a men’s room? Obviously a question for the ladies :) Well, I was last night and let’s just say, I have no desire to go back into one. See, here’s the deal... We went to Molly’s volleyball game last night, it was great to be back – it’s funny to think I wasn’t pregnant last year when the volleyball was going on, and here as it’s getting started, I had a baby in between!

Anywho, there we are, the boys had been running all over the place, beat red in the face, looking like they could conk at any time. Mikie has to go potty – he opted for the men’s room so I asked Jack to go in with him since “mommy isn’t allowed in.” For some reason, Jack thought they couldn’t go in alone or they’d “get in trouble,” so he was crabby holding the door open into the men’s room telling me he didn’t want to go in. Mikie was already deep within the depths and I’m standing outside the door feeding Molly. I’m telling Jack to just ‘go in!’ and help his brother. Just then a young college student walks up and says what a cute baby, how old is she, etc. I told him and he sees me talking to Jack, then we hear Mikie yell, “Mommy! I peed, Mommy, where are you?” Thinking Mikie can just fix the problem, I smile at the college student and hope the yelling will stop. Well, it continues, so this college kid says “do you need to go in? I can check to see if anyone is in there for you?” So he walks in, comes out and says “ahh, there’s just one guy in there, you’re fine,” I thought he was kidding! Then he says “go on in, the guy is just washing his hands.” So in the men’s room I go, Mikie is in the stall calling out to me, this other college kid is asking if I need help (gotta love Christian college students :) but I told him no and asked Mikie to come on out. Mikie is drenched. His volleyball t-shirt is way too long and wouldn’t you know it got in the way? So he’s covered in pee, undies and shorts around his ankles, I’m holding Molly in my left arm feeding her holding the bottle with my chin trying to help Mikie with my right arm to get his freaking shorts off. Then he slips and falls, then he’s crying, I’m trying not to jam the bottle into poor Mol’s head all the while sweating cause it’s SO HOT in the gym and even hotter in the bathrooms, AND I’m sweating cause it’s the MEN’S ROOM. Knowing my college buddy is standing outside the door telling other dudes not to go in is just making me sweat more. Tug, tug, pull, finally get Mikie’s shorts off over his sandals – and out into the seating area of the gym we head with peed on shorts in one hand, Molly in the other still drinking her bottle, Mikie with no shorts. I quickly swoop Molly down to my Mom in the stands and grab the diaper bag… into the ladies room we head. SHEESH. Good thing I had a change of clothes for Picky! Did I mention it was hot in there? :) And even with as much as I griped and complained about how hot it was, that didn’t make it any cooler :) Wouldn’t you think they would have a/c in a college gym? Nope, hotter than a beak.

Let’s just say, after that I had some pretty tired kids and an even more tired mom. They all 3 conked on the way home and I was glad Erk was here to help carry them all in.