Decisions, Decisions

Every day of our lives we're faced with umpteen decisions to make ---some are no brainers, like do I really have to go to work today? yes, you really do unless you want to be sitting in the dark eating Ramon noodles. Some are not so easy ----yesterday was an example of the not so easy ones.

So after a birthday party, I took Sissy to meet her mom because she's staying with her mom for spring break. Monkey, who had not had a nap in the last two days, was being pretty good and I thought we had a good shot of a nap in our future. so after I dropped Sissy off, even though I had to go to the restroom, I thought I would be able to make it home without stopping. Of course traffic being what it was, making it home without stopping was not going to happen for us. So I pull into a gas station, unbuckle Monkey from his car seat just praying that the restroom was working. Fortunately, it was a very nice restroom with only two other older ladies in there who were talking at the sink.

After telling me what a cute baby boy I had, I proceed into the handicapped stall because there is more room and allows Monkey to roam for a few minutes to allow mommy to take care of business. Usually our biggest problem in bathroom stalls involves trying to play in the trash can or peaking our head under the stall into the other stalls to say hi. Thankfully there was no one in the stall next to us so Monkey could peak away and not bother anyone. One downside to the handicap stall is that typically there is more room from the toilet to the door. Monkey's down there playing peek a boo under the door and that's fine, he's not in the trash can so it's all good. Until he starts trying to crawl underneath the door. After telling him sternly twice to come back, he looks back at me - on all fours halfway out from under the door already - gives me a sweet little melt your heart smile, and proceeds to crawl out from under the door. I'm yelling at him to come back here and I see feet running down the bathroom. I don't know if those two ladies are still at the sink or not but what I do know is that there was no door into the bathroom. just a cut out and a hallway you turned into, so he's on his way out into the store.

So in a split second you have to decide....do i hurry up and get my clothes on and hope that no one kidnaps my 16 month old who's made a break for it or do i run out of this restroom like a mad woman with my pants around my ankles and grab my child??? Decisions, Decisions.....at that point you have to go with what is best for your child, not what is best for your dignity and i go running out of that bathroom trying to pull my clothes back on, screaming for Monkey to come here and hoping that no one has my child and that if anyone is out there, they don't hurt themselves laughing at the crazy woman running out of the restroom half dressed chasing a toddler......

thankfully, I was able to catch Monkey just as he was rounding the corner and I was able to at least get my pants most of the way up before running out into the store for all the world to see and that one of the ladies who had been in the restroom when we came in was just outside the ladies room door stopping Monkey for me. So to the very nice lady at the Chevron station yesterday, thank you for helping me and not laughing too hard at me.