I had a ton of errands to run today. I thought- no problem- I've got this. Looking back, I didn't have it. On the to do list: Drop a few things off to a friend, haircut for Mason, drop/pick up stuff at consignment shop, hit Walmart for a few essentials, take Scout the wonder dog to the vet for shots and check up... you know, just a few things... with both kids. Easy peasy nice and breezy.
First item was an easy one and I mistakenly thought I was on a roll... I know, it's not a roll after only one item is checked off, but thats what I'm calling it anyway. Pop into the barber shop and have to leave the car running for Scout because I live on the surface of the sun. I hop out of the car, grab Mason out of his seat and as I am jogging around to the other side of the car to grab Cooper I hear a strange noise come from my car. What was that noise??? Scout the not so wonder dog had stepped on the door lock button and locked himself and Cooper in the car- with Mason and I on the outside. I stood there stunned. This seriously did not just happen. I am pretty sure that in my whole life I think I have locked myself out of my car maybe once. Only once.. until now. The car was running with the AC temperature set to popsicle so I wasn't worried about the car heating up... but then I thought- how the heck am I going to get into the car!!?? Enter trusty friend, Annette Encrapera. I called her up and explained what had happened. She was super kind and said she would go to my house to grab the spare key. I chatted for a few minutes explaining where the key was and not to judge me to bad for leaving my house in a total state of disaster. I joked with her that I was waiting for Mason to pee his pants to make the situation really interesting. She got to my house and we hung up. During that call, Scout the really not wonder dog saw another dog and was barking to save his life... like he was trying to get the other dog to come over and bust him out. This crazy barking then upset Cooper who up until now was just hanging out. So lets take a second to recap so far.... Car is locked with Mason and I on the opposite side of Scout and Cooper. Scout is barking like crazy, Cooper is crying and.... Wait for it.... Wait for it.... 3, 2, 1... MOMMY!!! POOPIES ARE COMMING!!!! Sweet Baby Jesus... Mason told me he had to poop! And there is the trifecta. We have been potty training for what feels like 2 years now but he is getting it now so this is a major accomplishment for him/us. Something he has only recently started doing so I may get a little frazzled when he actually says it making sure he gets to the potty in time... oh crap, we are outside, locked out of the car, with my baby inside. I can't leave the car and take him inside to use the bathroom. There we were- Mason with his pants around his ankles, me holding him up, all in the barber shop parking lot next to a tree. Here is where it gets pretty funny. I don't know what to wipe his hinny with. I look around for a big leaf- nothing. All that is around are these little puny things that will not do. I look around and lock eyes with this woman in a car waiting for someone in the barber shop. I do the walk of shame over to her car and ask if she has a napkin, I take it and say thanks, and run back to my kid who is standing with his pants still around his ankles at the edge of the parking lot (for everyone to see and hear) and yells to me- "Mommy!! Look at my poops!!!" He was so proud- I was mortified.
In the end, everything turned out fine, thanks to a great friend helping me out while I was stranded, and most importantly-a twisted sense of humor about the whole situation to keep me from being upset that I let my kid get locked in the car... and that I let my other kid poop in a parking lot. See- totally funny... right??
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