UGH!! Total humiliation!!

So I had perfect intentions of entitling this post, Happy Birthday, Carsonator! However, after a little incident tonight, I just couldn't do it. I mean I still am glad he had a happy birthday, but the following experience totally trumps that. Carson was pretty cute this morning though, every day we've been counting down how many days until his birthday, and he woke up while I was in the shower this morning and comes into the bathroom, and tells me, Mom, I did it, I turned 4. I'm finally 4, that is sooooo exciting.At NIC in Coeur d'Alene every February they bring up some of the professors from UIdaho to do a jazz clinic for local high schools, and then one night perform a concert with the NIC Jazz Band. We thought since it was Carson's birthday we would take him to dinner and then take him to the concert. We finished dinner at Perkins, and made our way to the college. As we were turning into the parking lot, Carson starts having a panic attack, mom, I have to pee and poop now! I tried to calm him down, because he frequently gets frantic about going to the bathroom now, because he has waited too long. There was no calming him down tonight. Garry was letting us out at the curb so we could run into the bathroom, and Carson starts crying, mom I pooped my pants. We're about half way to the bathroom, and he doesn't think I am showing enough concern, and says, no mom, I pooped my pants, let me show you. And starts to pull his pants off on the sidewalk.

If I had thought my humiliation for the evening was peaking, I really didn't know what was in store for me.

I drug him into the bathroom, and because we didn't want to get there too early to make Carson sit still before the concert started, of course the bathroom was stock full of people. Carson is freaking out, because by this point he has poop running down his leg. I finally get him into a stall, he is completely impatient and pulling his pants off, proceeds to get poop all over the toliet, and finishing up the job going completely down his legs. So we get his pants off, and I start trying to clean up the lovely mess he has created. My options at this point were either paper towels or toliet paper. I chose paper towels, but because of this choice was limited with my option for disposal. I could have just been a horrible person and tried to flush them, but decided because of a lack of options that I would put them in the trash.

By now, Carson is naked... people coming in and out of the bathroom, snooty college girls getting the look of total disgust and disbelief. But what do you do?? I called Garry, luckily I didn't have him by myself for this incredible journey. He was almost into the building from parking the car, and slightly annoyed because he then had to go back to the car so he could run and buy Carson some new pants, because the ones he had were not a viable option. So Carson and I continued to get cleaned up, there were still a few people who trickled in but the traffic definitely slowed down after the concert started. There was even one sweet lady who offered to help me, but I could not in my right mind subject someone else to this disaster! The only thing that made the whole situation better was that Carson kept shouting from the stall, mom, there is poop everywhere, I'm sure with the lovely acoustics in the bathroom that people standing in the lobby, wondered what in the world was going on... they didn't want to know!

I finally got everything cleaned up and rinsed off, and know that it was not the most sanitary job that I could have done, but didn't know what else to do at this point?!? I decided in the end to pull the liner out of the trash can. Some janitor is probably going to be totally ticked off, but it's better than just having an open trash can making the bathroom continue to smell like poop right?

I got Carson's shirt back on him, so he wasn't completely stark naked. It was quite the sight! Long sleeve shirt, socks and shoes. It took Garry another 20-25 minutes to get back to the building, can you imagine trying to entertain a pantless four year old in a small stall for 25 minutes? I thought I was going to lose my mind!!!!

Garry finally saved the day with new pajamas, and we decided to just call it a night and go home. Garry told me how disappointed he was to miss the concert, which I was too, but I told him no complaining, he definitely got the better end of that job!!:)

I guess we'll always remember the day Carson turned four!