Since we live so close to Cedar Point and Soak City, that's basically where Patrick and I have lived for the past month. Now everytime we get in the car he's all "Cedar Point? Cedar Point? Yeah there it is! Ride rides? Ride airplanes Mommy?"
Anyways, I like to think that I'm a Mom that's got it together. I know how to pack a bag with all the essentials, I always have a matchbox car with me just in case, and I am make a mean pb & j for lunches so we can save money.
However, sometimes things just happen. Or there are times where my decision-making just plain sucked.
1. That Time I Peed in the Sand.
See my bathing suit in the picture above? It's a one-piece. I haven't worn a one-piece my entire life so when it comes to going to the bathroom, it was easy to forget about the process involved with it.
So Patrick and I are busy playing in the water and a headache comes upon me. Like, a nauseous yucky the-sun-seriously-needs-to-go-away headache. I ran to my water and chugged like 20 ounces in five minutes. Ten minutes later I felt great, but I also had the urge to pee. This baby inside me is a mover and when he moves it is directed at my bladder.
If you've had a baby before, you know that those muscles just don't work like they used to. It's not like I pee my pants on a regular basis - it's just not as easy to hold it in. Well, this time it was sudden - like, I had to pee now. But what do I do with Patrick? I'd have to strap him in the stroller or carry him to the bathroom (and I really didn't think I could make it). He would throw a fit because I'd be taking him away from the water, etc. I didn't know what to do!
It's time. I was going to die if I didn't get to the bathroom. I grab Patrick and as I'm squatting down to pick him up, I couldn't hold it anymore. I peed right in the sand! In front of hundreds of people!
I kept thinking "Hopefully it just looks like water dripping off my suit!"
Whatever, I peed in the sand. And I felt soooooooooooo much better.
2. That Time We Got Poured On.
One of Patrick's favorite things to do at Cedar Point is ride the train. It's a really nice, open-aired ride that takes you around the park with lake views and a crazy skeleton town that he loves to look at.
Last week we headed over for an afternoon - I knew there was a chance of thunderstorms but figured we could book it out quickly if we needed to. After a couple hours riding rides and walking around...
Patrick: Choo choo Mommy?
Me: ::looks at sky:: I don't know buddy, the sky's looking pretty ominous.
Patrick: Choo choo Mommy?
Me: ::pulls out phone, looks at radar:: Okay I think we can make it.
So we're halfway through the train ride and it starts to rain. No big deal, our heads were covered and the rain was coming down nice and straight. As the train made the turn to head out by the lake, the rain was literally slashing sideways and pelting us. It was blowing so hard and Patrick was SCREAMING. Everyone on the train was getting soaked. I'm like in full Momma Bear mode, huddling over him and yelling it's okay! we'll be okay!
But actually, I felt like my child was in danger and I wasn't in control - Mother Nature was - and that scared the crap out of me. After what seemed like forever, the train finally pulled into the station and before it was even stopped I jumped out, Patrick in tow, beelining it to our stroller and to shelter. The worker was all PLEASE REMAIN SEATED over the intercom but I didn't care. I needed to get my kid to safety.
After Patrick was in his stroller we had to wait until the rain subsided to head back to my vehicle, and Patrick was a trooper. He ate his snacks and kept on jibber jabbing all while being soaken wet. Poor thing. Bad mom.
So I learned my lesson. Don't even attempt an outdoor activity away from home when storms are in the forecast. And trust your instincts!
On a happier note, Pat had his first taste of Dippin Dots. Looooved 'em.
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