We have this thing amongst close Mummy friends called “parenting highlight” where we relay stories of the moments and situations where only children can land you and where you never thought in a million years you’d find yourself. Mostly these storeis heavily feature urine and excrement and I have one from Friday I thought I would share.
TT girl and I were making a fun outing of posting parcels at the unusally stress-free post office on the high street when she announces that she needs a poo. Fine, we’ll make an event out of it and pop next door to the new cafe and combine with a mocha for me in celebration of finally ebaying some things.
The new cafe only opened about a month or two ago and looks, from the outside, nice. It sells cupcakes and everything. The kind young man behind the counter explains that they do not have a customer toilet but they will let a now desperate TT use the staff one. How lovely. Off we trot through the kitchen and out the back to the loo….and it was the one from Trainspotting.
TT was desperate and telling me that wee was comng out already so I hoisted her up and held her over the toilet, she promptly wee’d all over my jeans. The only paper in the loo was the big roll of blue industrial paper thing so I quickly shoved that down and tried to leave. “I need a poo too…and I want to sit down, properly” Oh, shit, oh shit. Literally. Oh Shit! More Blue paper – this time on the seat too. Done, dusted and with TT not touching anything. Trainspotting toilet, however full of Blue paper and that bad boy dont flush easily.
Holding my breath and TT I gingerly pressed the flush…and watched the water rise and rise….reach the top and thankfully go back down again. Phew. Bizaarly this too cleaned the toilet. So I turned to wash our hands…..and there was no f.ing soap, gel, anti-bac…nothing. What is wrong with people???
I grabbed TT and rushed out. Paid for my coffee and asked if they could put it in a take away cup. The man must have seen my freaking out face and asked me if everything was ok…being English of course I said everything was fine and dutifully paid and ran to Superdrug and bought fortune worth of antibac spray and wipes and doused TT and myself. We then went home and nuked our clothes in a hot wash and I even antibac’d TT’ legs. l will never ever, ever go anywhere without an armoury of cleaning and sanitising products ever again.
Parenting Highlight No. 154.

Alcohol free wipes and foam from Cuticura.
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