Hey all! I felt compelled to add a second thought to my original post about public restrooms. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the toilet....(insert Jaws music here). Today we will be chatting about the splendor of the port a potty. Let me back up a bit, as if I wasn't busy enough, I decided that signing the kids up for sports would be a great idea. We made it through Karate and moved onto T-ball. T-ball enables me to visit the port a potty at least twice a week with my young child who is intrigued by the toilet in a box. I should be grateful, at least there is hand sanitizer in there. Unlike the wood boxes of yesteryear, we now have the luxury of toilet paper and don't have to resort to crumpled napkins on the floor of the car. If you weren't fortunate enough to scrounge up a napkin or two, you may have to resort to some type of leaf or the "drip- dry" method.
My young child must be accompanied to this glorious box in order to somehow be levitated over this hole of muck by yours truly. Once again, I implore her..."Don't touch anything...please....and don't touch my face". Helping her with her clothes is an added treat since I get to bend over and somehow have my clothes brush the makeshift urinal ever so gently. I utter out a few groans of disgust as I say, "didn't we use the potty at home? why are we in here again?" The only explanation I get out of this wonderful child is .."I had to go.." I guess for now, the potty trenches it is....
The joys of summer ball!
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