Boys Bathroom

Prepared to be HORRIFIED.

Today we went to Arctic Circle for lunch. I absolutely hate their food but it’s the closest play land for us and I just had to get out of the house.

Isaac drank a lot of juice and so after playing for a while he naturally had to go potty. I haven’t written much about his potty training because it was such a breeze but he still needs a bit of assistance.

We ran.

I directed him to the ladies bathroom but he stopped, pointed up to the girls bathroom sign and mumbled something in his own little jargon. Yup, this is the girls. I thought that either he was super smart to figure out the signs or someone had showed him the difference. Still wondering, I then told him that Mommy could only go in the girls and Isaac had to come with me. I then tried to persuade him to come in but he flat out refused.

I didn’t want to push him too hard because I knew if a tantrum started, I would never get him to go. Much to my disgust, I accompanied Isaac into the men’s restroom.The women’s bathroom was only a single toilet so I was pretty sure that the men’s was empty. The bathroom consisted of one stall and a urinal and the door didn’t lock. If a man walked in, there I would be. I felt pretty disgusting just walking in there. Isaac went straight to the urinal to do his business. He had obviously used one before. We finished, washed up and left the bathroom. Okay, that wasn’t too bad.

I wanted the kids to play as much as possible so I sat down to play tetris on my phone. It wasn’t too much later when Isaac came running again. “oo oo oming!” (Insert two P’s and a C and you’ll know what he was saying.) Oh man, not again. I tried to convince him again to go into the women’s but to no avail. We went again into the men’s. This time I was more uncomfortable in the little stall. There are no paper seat covers in there and I hate to have Isaac touch the toilet. After Isaac half undressed, he decided he didn’t have to go and wanted to use the urinal instead. Argg, trickle trickle and that was it. He must just be thinking it’s cool or something. Let’s get out of here.

So the next time,  the 3-year old boy that we were with had to go and Isaac wanted to accompany him. Whatever this fascination was, I thought they’d use the facilities and then come out to continue playing. Perhaps it was my laziness. I didn’t want to have to go in there again. I watched the door and after a while I heard laughing and screaming. I opened the door and hated what I saw. Isaac undressed and completely soaked. He was standing in front of the urinal with puddles of water all around and the other boy point at Isaac in blame. It was obvious that Isaac had been splashing in the urinal water. I think I might have screamed or cursed or something. As I walked over to grab my urine water covered boy, he reached and touched the blue drain thingy that I suppose is for smell or something. I screamed or cursed again thinking of all the men that had urinated on that blue thingy. AHHHHH!!

We washed up as quick as possible and wrestled to get my little boy dressed. As we walked out of the bathroom I noticed how sticky my shoes sounded on the floor. Gross. What was on the floor that would be sticky. Ahhhh! Lets all scream together, AHHHHHH!

I wanted to leave Artic Circle as soon as possible. I then had to gather up Emma and her friend, get shoes on, throw garbage away and such. Isaac then came and said “oo oo oming!” I was pretty sure he really had to go so I carried him into the Women’s bathroom. He started whinnying and wiggling. I told him he was going to go potty on this toilet. I tried to force him to sit down. Well, it didn’t work. Wrestling him, I sat him down and before I knew it his feet were IN the toilet. Arggg, I pulled him out and ran him to the sink where I began to wash him. I could hardly handle the tears that wanted to rush out of my eyes. Isaac! We washed up and left that stink’n place.

On my way home, I texted my husband. “Did you teach Isaac about boy and girl bathrooms?”

“Yes” was his reply.