Pee Diaries - Part 2

I have decided that I will not declare when I believe Carter is potty-trained because it has always backfired on me! Even when he is 19 years old, I still will not actually say he is potty-trained.

Here's the story:

So, Carter spent the night at his dad's on Friday night- so obviously, I had no potty problems. Then comes Saturday.

Amee, Ashley, Carter and I took a little trip to Ikea. Amee and Ashley thought it would be a great idea to leave Carter in the little play place; I hesitantly agreed. We left and Ikea provided me with a buzzer (like the device you get at restaurants when waiting to get a table) and informed me, should there be any problems, they would notify me by buzzing the buzzer. As we walked away, part of me just knew that that buzzer would go off during our Ikea trip. About thirty-five minutes into our delightful shopping experience, Amee says, "Uh-oh. Carly, your buzzer is going off." Five seconds later, on the loud-speaker, I hear, "Carly Warburton, please report to the playland immediately". So I try to make my way through the maze that is Ikea, and I finally make it to the children's center. I let the staff know that I was Carter Warburton's mother. They said, "You are going to need to come back here". They let me in and told me I could find Carter in the bathroom. I go in and find (not surprised really) that Carter had peed his pants. I am assuming he thought he would be helpful (or maybe he was just trying to cover his error from Mom) so he had taken his underwear off and had rinsed them out in the sink and the entire bathroom floor was covered in water. Carter was standing with his lower-half naked with the cutest look on his face. How could I be angry? So, I began to mop up the mess. It took me a good 15 minutes to get the floor cleaned up. I had to use the papertowels that are automatically dispensed with a motion detection sensor. Do keep in mind, that this was Ikea which happens to be an incredibly eco-friendly store. You can bet that when it came to papertowels, there was no excess of it to waste. It went like this: Wave of the hand, out came a small amount of paper towel; Wave of the hand, out came a small amount of paper towel; Wave of the hand, out came a small amount of paper towel... so on and so on. As you can imagine, I was irritated. We checked out with a 3-year old soaked in water and pee. We made it to the car, where I did an impromptu redress (luckily I had a couple changes of clothing with me - you learn these things quickly when you become a mother) and we were on our way to our next destination- Gardner Village. Luckily, all went well there. We made our way down to Syracuse where Carter and I would be staying the night at Andrea and Jayson's home. We had a lovely dinner (thanks Andrea, the hostess with the mostess) and talked when suddenly, Carter ran to the bathroom where I found him in soaked pants and underwear. Not again! Threw him the tub (I didn't really throw him- it's just a figure of speech!), bathed him, got him dressed in his pajamas and ready for bed. We had an uneventful overnight. Fast forward to this morning; Carter pooped his pants right after I had taken his pull-up off and put his underwear on. This was right after Emerson (Andrea and Jayson's really cute cat) had barfed right by my face as I was sleeping.

I seriously cannot handle dealing with any more bodily functions; child or feline.