there is never a dull moment in this household. and at times, we bring the party to the public. this morning, the endeavor entailed bundling three of the cutest little babes up, loading up the veen with said children and library books/dvds, and hitting the snow covered roads to bombard herrick public library with meistes.
we have a routine at the library. it involves shoving the books through the return slots, running upstairs to visit with the fish and turtles, selecting books/dvds, riding the elevator back downstairs, rocking on the gaming chairs while i desperately snatch a few books of my own, and checking out items out.
the final step, without fail, is usually a bathroom break or diaper change depending on the child. today maxer had to go pee. not a problem, herrick is well equipped for this sort of emergency. we shuffled into the restroom, me carrying all our books/movies, coats, hats, and ayla. max went right to work, much to the dismay of a fellow patron.
she yelled "close the door little man". i, being 1/2 a second behind him, assured the woman i would shield her from witnessing my small son standing at the potty. this woman unknowingly caused more drama as she used the blow dryer for her hands. i am very glad she washed her hands, and drying them is a part of the process, but the loud dryers freak my boys out. max turned in the stall, while still peeing i am afraid, and tried in vain to open the door i was holding shut for his privacy. while i was trying to get him to either stop peeing on the floor, bear ran out of the bathroom, away from the hand drier.
i ran after bear, went back to check on maxer who was having additional hysterics because of the automatic toilet flushing. bear began screaming "to loud, to loud!", ayla startled repeatedly, and max told me how he did not like that and next time he wants to pee outside on a tree. finally the lady left the bathroom with a disgusted look on her face and i was able to calm my children down and started stuffing their arms into their coats. i do not wear a coat, though it is 23 degrees out, as i have learned these sorts of occurrences are bound to happen and my body's response is to generate heat. snow all around me melted into puddles as we trudged back to the veen, the beacon of silver in that parking lot.
this story has a happy ending. we made it home safely, i utilized the commute to talk with my dear friend on the phone with children restrained in their seats, undies remained dry for the remainder of the outing, and now the house is still with little boys reading books and deciding between a dvd about tractors or loaders.
i think we will be staying home tomorrow.