I am interrupting the usual bio’s of my family for a quick story about our day yesterday! Don’t worry, I will be introducing Trent and I in the coming week.
Yesterday the boys were out of school for parent/teacher conference day. Our appointment was at 8:30am. Trent is out-of-town, so I had all four kid’s at the conference. Yes, I was THAT MOM. Is anyone surprised?? ha. I did give the teacher the heads up that the crew would be tagging along and she was so sweet about it. Have I mentioned how much I love Nolan’s teachers!!! Anyway, back to the story. I promised the kid’s breakfast at Chick-fil-a if they were quiet during the meeting. Yep, THAT MOM again! But just between you and me, we were going anyway because I love Chick-fil-a!
So after the meeting we headed to Chick-fil-a. The kids went straight to the play area and I ordered the food. Grabbed the plastic place mats and set the table. The food came right on time and I got everyone’s place set. I went to get the kid’s from the play area and they came running right to the table… NO FUSSING! I walked from the play area patting myself on the back, so proud of our morning so far. We had a nice breakfast and good conversation. Then the kid’s went back to play and I ordered a cup of coffee to enjoy while they played a little more. Another mom came up and complimented the kid’s and she said the usual… “I could never have 4 kids…. I don’t know you do it… You sure have your hands full…” and I said the usual…”Thank you… yes, they can be… Wouldn’t have it any other way…”
As she is walking back to her table, I see Nolan running out of the play area. He yells out as he runs past me… “I gotta potty, I do it all by myself!” Side note: Nolan thinks he as big as ThomasWade and wants to go the “boys” bathroom. He gets very upset when I make him go with me to the “girls bathroom”. Being that there were only a handful of people at Chick-fil-a, I made the quick decision that he would be ok. I stalked the door, making sure he was only one in there. But then my attention was taken away when Gentry comes screaming and crying running out of the play area. I head over to him and figure out that he has fallen and hit his head. Gentry has been in need of extra Momma attention, so I was really trying to focus on him and listen to his story.
As I am calming Gentry down, I see something out of the corner of my eye…. It’s Nolan…. Hopping towards me… His underwear and shorts around his ankles… His shirt tucked under his chin… Yelling, “Momma ….WIPE MY BOOTY!!!” Dear Lord…. REALLY??!! At this moment, I mentally froze. Why is the bathroom so far from the play area and he had made it all the way to me! I quickly pulled up his pants and shuffled him back to the “girls” bathroom. He put up a little fight, but it was easy to ignore over the sound of my pounding heart and red face. We had a quick talk about modesty, that I am sure he didn’t hear a word that I was saying.
As I am walking out of the bathroom, I see that my coffee was ready. As I am fixing my coffee at the counter I decide I better see how much damage control this is going to be. I take a deep breath, look around and see that only a few people actually saw the “Chick-fil-a Streaker”. I went to apologize for the site. They were very sweet and a table thanked us for the laugh.
Moore to the Story: I made my way back to our table and proudly watched the kid’s play. It’s so true…. I wouldn’t have it any other way…. Although, next time I will insist on the “girls bathroom”!