All Fours On The Bathroom Floor

If you are living life with a toddler, you know LIFE IS NEVER BORING. They keep you on your toes, your patience thin, and in a constant state of anxiety over what their new word or action of the day will be. Add in my crazy, loving family and you have the recipe for toddler funnies at any given time.

I have to share this story with y’all so I never forget it and you can get a good giggle, too.

So, we were in Brentwood and Franklin this weekend doing some errand running and shopping. If you are not familiar with Tennessee, this is what rednecks call the “swanky” part of the Nashville suburbs. Multimillion-dollar homes, higher end retail stores, fancy Chick-fil-A’s, the whole nine yards.

Cooper and Eli both had been sooo good all day. Like too good. I knew a melt down or chaos was bound to happen any second. We decided on Chick-fil-A after our trip to Fleet Feet and Homegoods. It was a safe bet. They are super clean, especially during this pandemic, and they have nuggets and mac and cheese. A safe choice with two under two.

Lunch goes great. We are all having a great time. I decide that I need to change diapers before we leave so all of Brentwood does not see me trying to change their diapers in my SUV in the parking lot. I get up and take Cooper (Mr. Independent) first.

With diaper and wipes in hand, we make our way through the restaurant to the bathroom. As we are walking towards the door, I make eye contact with a lady also walking in the bathroom. You can tell she is pissed I am walking in with a toddler. It doesn’t even bother me anymore when this happens. It just comes with the territory of having little ones that you will be looked at like this. I would like to reiterate that we made eye contact and she saw me headed that way with a diaper.

Once in the bathroom, the lady quickly runs in the handicap stall and slams the door. I was thinking in my head, “OKAY lady, at least he hasn’t pooped. No need for the dramatics.”. I suddenly realize as Cooper is tugging my shirt halfway off my body that the changing station is in the handicap stall…like why do they put the changing tables in those stalls! I was like okay, no big deal, we can wait until she is finished.

I am trying to be super casual, talking to Cooper, trying to decide if I could just change him on the vanity. Cooper’s latest fascination has been playing pretend. He loves to pretend he is a dinosaur or puppy. Why in this moment he decides to be a puppy, I will never know. While I am assessing the bathroom vanity to see if he can fit on it for me to change him, he decides to get on all fours on the bathroom floor! GROSS. I am DYING on the inside rushing him to get up because who knows what in Covid is down there. About the time I am trying get him off the floor, the lady in the handicap stall starts BLOWING IT UP. You know what I mean... Poor gal, I should have offered an Imodium. Cooper being the caring, loving, child he is proceeds to crawl from me towards her stall. As I catch up to him to jerk him up, he gets part of his curly haired head under the stall door and asks… “You K!”. Cooper has done asked this lady who I made eye contact with before entering the bathroom if she is okay while looking at her under the stall door while she is in complete poop misery! Send help my way!!

I don’t even change the diaper. I cannot contain myself. I am like a middle school girl with the giggles. I pick him up and rush out of the bathroom with Cooper in tow still asking if she is okay.

Needless to say, diapers were changed in the Expedition that day. Also, if you’re the lady in the stall who happens to be reading this now, I am sorry! My child was genuinely concerned about you. If you see a mom headed to the bathroom with her child in the future, don’t go in the stall with the diaper changing station.

Keep life fun my friends!

XOXO

-Paige