Clean Panties

It never ceases to amaze me how often I am reminded of what I take for granted.
Take Nellie for example. Her stomach is probably the size of a tennis ball, yet she managed to suck down a 24 oz smoothie in less than 15 minutes. I failed to remember this when she told me, "Nana I have to pee."

Keep in mind that I had Pixie in my arms in the front seat. I naively thought that I would make things easier for Amy by taking the kids to the van so she could finish up some shopping. I had grandmotherly visions dancing through my mind. I could practically FEEL a halo above my head. I was radiating patience and loving kindness.

So when Nellie informed me that she had to pee, I stupidly replied, "Ok sweetie. We will be home in a few minutes ok?"

About 30 seconds later, she cries out, "The pee is coming out right now!!!!" Before I could even whip my head around, I could hear it spattering on floor.

My brain went into overdrive. Random crazy thoughts started to fly through my head....

*Oh my god, the van is going to smell like pee.*

*Couldnt she have held it? I mean Ive held it for hours before and never peed on the floor.*

*God Im a sadistic bitch. Shes 2. Her bladder is the size of a walnut. Im the worst grandma in the world.*

*What am I going to do now? If I put her in her carseat, shell get the seat all wet. If I strip her down naked, Ill get arrested.*

*How am I going to deal with this when I have Pixie in my arms? If I set her down, shell start screaming. I could get arrested for that too*

*God I cant wait to have a drink when I get home*

Instead of actually saying what I am thinking, I look at her beautiful face and say, "Its ok sweetie it was an accident."

I get out of the van into the bastardly heat, put Pixie in her carseat (thank god she is the best natured baby I have ever seen), and try and lift Nellie out of the backseat without dripping pee all over the place. I also notice that she peed on her Little Mermaid Ariel doll and hope that it does not become an issue later.

I set her down next to me and start scouring the van for anything that can be of use to me. I wanted to break into song when I found diaper wipes, a pair of panties, and a dress.

So I poured the pee out of her pink Crocs (no wonder parents by those things, theyre easy to clean...and pour pee out of), wiped her up, and redressed her (without getting arrested). By this time, Amy had returned, and after a few explanations, we were happily on our way home.

Nellie summed up the whole ordeal quite nicely.

"Mommy, thank you so much for having clean panties in the van."