Not Much More Than a Crappy Day...

So, ever had something really embarrassing happen to you at a restuarant? (Me too) Ever had that something involve poop, lots of poop? Me neither, until Friday. Friday was the day my mom and I were to run errands. Friday was also the day my daughter "decided" to come down with a serious case of constant diahrea. Of course, much like these things do, this uncontrallable urge to poop her pants did not happen until we were well from home. The first instance happened when she was with her Grandma. We had just finished cleaning her up and she was sporting brand new pants and panties (why she wasn't wearing the diaper in my diaper bag - can't say. Truthfully, it didn't cross my mind, until after...)
Now, here comes the good stuff; the after. We had just hopped in the car when Kam began complaining that she needed a drink. Which soon turned into complaining that she needed to go potty. We immediately pulled over at the closest potty: Coney's custard... place. She hopped out of the van and made it down the long hallway to Coney's bathroom no problem. She then went out to get her drink and a hot dog.
Now here comes the problem: Grandma left to go to the potty, leaving me with Kami, Cooper, and Grandma's purse. Kami then says: "I have to go potty" Alright, well lets just wait until Grandma comes back. Pause ... a toot ... "Did you already go potty?" "uh huh" Oh, well um, hold on. I immediately picked up Cooper's car seat, sat Kameryn on the ground and told her to start walking towards the bathroom (I couldn't pick her up, I'd squeeze poop everywhere)
Well, as luck would have it, poop got everywhere anyways. As she walked down the long hallway a nice trail of poop followed. What do you do? Just then, my mom came out of the bathroom to see our fiasco. She helped Kameryn on her journey down the long hallway while I mustered to swallow all my dignity and ask for a mop, or a rag to clean my daughter's poop off the restuarant floor. I then got to stand around holding my son as a very unfortunate employee mopped up my daughters mess (believe me, I asked several times to do it myself) It wasn't until she stopped and said, with a horrified look on her face, "Maybe I should get something to pick up the big stuff" That she finally let me do the job that as a mother was rightfully mine. Get's better! Keep reading.
While I am doing this my mother comes to Kameryn in the bathroom who is now standing in a ... stop now if you have a weak stomach .... puddle of poop. My mom disinfects the entire bathroom, including my daughter while I try to find a way to relinquish a rag full of my daughter's poop to a poor girl without getting it all over her hands. (you should have seen the way she held it, like it was full of poop or something.)
When this whole fiasco was cleaned up after, we wrapped my naked daughter up in a blanket, gathered their bathroom trash up in our hands, and tiptoed out of the restuarant, careful not to look any employees or patrons in the eye. We did, however, manage to see the fans that had set up, pointing towards an open doorway trying to push the smell of us out of their restuarant.
Needless to say, we will not be frequenting Coney's much in the future. (Not that we frequented it much before, but now we'll have a reason not to go there.) Chalk one up to the embarrassing battle that is motherhood. Go team!!