Yet More Evidence That I Am Incompetent

Yesterday I took Ironflower and Lovebug to an indoor play area. They were in heaven – the climbing structure was amazing and some sweet older kids included them in their games. Every so often I would ask Ironflower if she needed to go to the bathroom. She would always reply no.

Generally, Ironflower is potty trained. Especially if you ask her about it periodically. Which I did.

But I should have weathered the tantrum that would have resulted from a forced potty break. Because the tantrum that came when we had to leave – because she’d wet herself and a slide – was much, much worse.

I (of course) had just started reading a parenting magazine, because the kids were safe and entertained. I was glancing up periodically, of course. But not when Ironflower was peeing, natch. So another mom had to tell me about it. She was also kind enough to alert one of the workers – surely we’re on a blacklist now.
Then there was the fact that I didn’t have an extra outfit for her. So we had to leave.

Neither child wanted to leave. As usual, though, after an initial screaming session that rocked the roof, Lovebug calmed down and accepted the inevitable. Not Ironflower. I practically had to drag her out by the arm (because, well, she was pretty much covered in pee so I REALLY didn’t want to carry her).