Yesterday was one of THOSE days.
The day that started with late naps and was filled with blowouts, throw up, toddler fits, broken needles on the Serger, Ruby eating dog food, the work I had done on our taxes erased... I could go on- but I will spare you.
So when Reese called and told me he was going to a Jazz Game with his dad and wouldn't be home till midnight- I knew I had 2 options:
1) check myself into the metal hospital
2) retail therapy
I was ready to turn the bad day around- so we packed up and headed to Idaho Falls. Ruby and I enjoyed a gourmet meal at our fav- Chick FIL a, and then headed shopping.
Then there was a slushy rainstorm.
Then a car that wouldn't start.
By the time it was all said and done, retail therapy did nothing for me. I needed ice cream therapy and Ruby needed dry PJs.
We headed to Walmart- got me some ice cream and Ruby some PJs.
I decided I needed to change her at Walmart so she was dry and warm on the way home.
I went into the bathroom, stripped her naked, washed the chocolate of her face and the lipstick that she had stolen from the diaper bag.
A guy walked in the bathroom and hurry and ran out. I chuckled to myself and thought "well I'm not having as bad of a day as that guy, how embarrassing"
I got Ruby's diaper and pjs on, all why we sang a mashup of Let it go, All About That Base, and the Hotdog dance.
Then another guy walks in, followed by another, and then another.
Then it hit me.
I turned to one of them and said, "am I in the guys bathroom?"
laughing they replied, "yes you are in the men's restroom, we have been waiting for you to come out."
I just replied "of course I am, of course I am"
And the guys must have had to go cause one ran into the stall and the other proceeded to use the urinal.
For 10 minutes I had been in the men's bathroom, singing and talking and changing my baby.
Not once did I notice the 3 urinals behind me.
I had to take a walk of shame out of the bathroom. There were probably about 5 guys staring at me, and 5 employees. I just pretend to not notice any of the eyes on me or the chuckles coming from most of them.
How would this Wednesday end any differently? But the this funny event seemed to wash away the bad day- and I couldn't stop laughing.
If you ever questioned if I was a true blonde, I think this is your answer. And I have nothing to blame it on, other that maybe moms are all on the verge of crazy;)
Humor is maybe the best cure:)
Have you ever gone into a men's restroom on accident?