After a year off, on Sunday we arrived at our ol’ faithful site 200 at Rushing River. The weather was perfect and everyone was feeling good. Set-up went off without a hitch; only a single profanity muttered. We cooked chili over the fire and ate it with corn muffins smothered in butter, toasted marshmallows, and then slept all night, everyone! (WHAT!)
Monday was our first full day here and I christened it “The day of many poops in many places” because besides the hiking, playing at the beach, picking wild blueberries, and roasting hot dogs, I feel like Neil and I spent WAY too much time shuttling children to bathrooms.
“I have to poop!” one wails urgently, and so we run for the car, drive as quickly (and as safely, of course) to the bathroom, where the child steps one foot in the doorway, proclaims the bathroom too stinky, and states “I don’t need to go anymore. I can handle it.”
Repeat times one hundred, or something like that. No bathrooms were good enough, or close enough, and then when we got to them, all of a sudden the urge had passed.
Until we were on the beach, and then it’s a poomergency and I’m cleaning a poopy bathing suit in a sink. Sadly, not the first time that’s happened to me. THIS SUMMER.
But then there were a couple successful bathroom trips and I sighed a sigh of relief. We should be safe now.
Or so I thought. Then one baby goes for a pee in the bush that turns into quickly turns into something more, dangerously close to her dad’s foot.
But then it’s finally basically bedtime. We’re sitting around an amazing fire that’s slowly dying. Just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.
And wouldn’t you know, the one child that hasn’t gone today, all of a sudden needs to go. At the good bathrooms, Dad. So in the truck they go, where halfway there, he “doesn’t really need to go anymore.”
Like he had a choice in the matter.
And that’s that. The day of many poops.
And here’s where I apologize for writing about the many poops. It was just one of those days I didn’t really want to forget. Because one day, my kids will be able to take their own selves to the bathroom, RIGHT.