What's in Your Wendy's Bag??

Let's see. Where do I begin? How about at the beginning. Thursday is the day we go to our homeschool group. It meets at a local church from 12-4. I try to do a little bit of school before we go, but it rarely happens. Basically, I run around crazy getting everything together, throw lunch at the kids in the car, and rush in last minute. Once we get there Sam and Jesse go to the nursery (sweetly provided just for them), and I am off to teach dance. The fact that I teach dance is a whole post altogether.

Needless to say, it's a hectic morning. Once we're done with the co-op, we have a snack, and wait around until Emmie's gymnastics class at 5:30. This is where the fun begins. This particular week, things had gone fairly smoothly. I had packed extra outfits, plenty of snacks and even a special treat of a juice box for our waiting time. It was beautiful, and the boys and I were going to play on the playground while we waited for Emmie. I even had a fresh fountain drink to last me the entire time. And you know how much I love a good fountain drink!!

As we were getting out of the car, we decided to walk up to the gymnastics building for a potty break. No prob - I had the stroller. Well, a newly potty-trained 3 yr old can not wait for a baby to be put in the stroller so I had Wyatt walk him down to a wooded area to pee. They didn't make it. Sam proceeded to pull his pants down to his ankles and pee right on the sidewalk. Now, this is a high traffic sidewalk, and I yell for him to pee somewhere else but he couldn't stop. (So much is going on at this moment - I hope you can get the full effect.)

At this same time, I spot Wyatt & Levi about to do the same just 5 feet into the woods. I yell at them to stop. They are certainly too old to pee in public. Also, at the same time, I am putting a screaming 5-month old in the stroller. I look back up and realize that Sam has now started pooping on the sidewalk. I start screaming but realize that he can't stop. I yell for Wyatt and Levi to come up and wait with Jesse and then run down to help Sam. You see, he gags at his own poop. He gags at everything. He can't even look at brownie batter. So, he is gagging, pooping and the baby is still screaming. There's not much you can do until someone is done so.....I wait. Finally, he's done, I clean him up, and I realize that the extra outfit that I had for him was wet. He had peed his pants earlier in the day so I had nothing. Who brings two extra outfits??

Unfortunately, for me, there was still a mess on the sidewalk that I had to clean up. People were walking all over the place and looking at me. And the baby was still screaming. Do you know how much self-control it took to not go beserk!!

So, what's in my Wendy's bag? Poop. And you can not clean up poop off of asphalt. At least not with wipes.