I was close to losing it. Big Brother had peed all over the library bathroom floor, because BOYS. He also peed on my shoe. My leather shoe. I had soaked it up with paper towels while several women walked past while my son stood there with his pants around his ankles. I was just about done.
I told Big Brother to stand against the wall next to Little Guy and not to move a muscle.
“Okay,” he replied even as he started walking toward the trash can.
NO! I said as I put him back and made him look me in the eye. I want you to literally stay right here in this spot, do you understand?
I went into my own stall, shut the door and sat. I saw a shadow pass right by the door. You get right back where I told you! I said to the shadow. The shadow paused, then kept moving. I peeked under the door and saw a pair of size 9 black high-heeled boots.
This was not my son.
I just scolded a classy lady in polished ankle boots.
I looked over at the boys and saw two pairs of tennis shoes standing in the exact spot I told them to be. Not moving a muscle.
I considered staying in the bathroom stall all day, but decided to make a run for it instead when Size Nine went into the stall. This happened last week so clearly this Thanksgiving vacation could not have come soon enough. I am spending this week with family rejoicing in the fact that I’m not doing this alone!
And neither are you. So spill it, has something like this ever happened to you?