When I first saw that positive pregnancy test roughly 2 years and 9 months ago, a lot of thoughts filled my head. Throwing ball in a park with my son. Teaching him how to ride a bike. Tender moments before bed praying to Elmo.
Here’s a bit that didn’t make the mental brochure: Trying to get your toddler to simultaneously urinate into a public toilet without touching every portion of the bathroom.
We’re in the midst of what I’ve begun calling “our first attempt at potty training.” We watched all the videos and read some books about training your child to use the potty in 45 minutes, or 2 days, or before they are 15. The plan was to start last Monday (exactly a week ago) and be done by the weekend. That’s now become the plan for boy #2. Because LB decided he’d rather unload the bladder indiscriminately every now and then just to keep us on our toes.
Don’t get me wrong, we are learning his clues, and are able to keep him relatively dry during the day, nap time excluded. It’s just been nowhere near the cake-walk the promo materials would have you believe.
But that brings us to the public restroom. Jacq asked LB last night at the end of dinner (out with my parents) if he needed to potty. He gave the semi-pout that means yes, and that meant I was up. We trooped down the hall to the men’s room.
A quaint one-seater, we’ll call it. LB walked in first, and I closed the door, turning to lock it behind us. I turned back to see him curiously meandering toward the toilet. I got there just in time to keep him from sticking his head into the bowl to get a closer look.
Next goal: get the pants and shoes and pull-up off. Sub-goals:
- Don’t get peed on.
- Keep LB from lifting the lid on the toilet and letting it slam down (for the third time).
- Don’t lose balance and face-plant in the damp area behind the toilet i’ll call “every-man’s land.”
Having successfully removed the clothing (including correctly executing sub-goals 1 and 3), it was time to expect a miracle. I wanted my son, known for strong-willed tantrums and excessive use of noise, to sit calmly on a toilet seat unlike any he’d ever seen (and easily large enough for him to fall through) without so much as rubbing his hands underneath the toilet seat. And I wanted him to do all of this confidently, despite my facial expression of near-exasperation from holding him steady with one hand while keeping him from putting “toilet hand” in his mouth with the other.
But then came the moment. He was working up from moderately-uncomfortable grumbling heading toward full-body screaming when he noticed something. He needed to potty. He leaned forward to see his junk over his belly, and slowly peed into the potty.
Waves of relief rushed over me (from not having any other types of waves rushing over me), until I realized that I wasn’t out of the woods just yet. We had to sanitize the situation, get the pants/shoes/pull-up back on, and get out to the car.
To make a long story short, let’s just say the folks sitting near the door to the restroom were mildly shocked to see the child walk past the table wearing just his pull-up and a shirt. But he didn’t notice. He’d just peed like a big boy.
3 Replies to “Potty Training in a Public Restroom.”
I’m thinking a “HazMat” suit for Dad would be helpful when potty-training little boys, especially in public restrooms!
Loved the term: “every-man’s land” . . . perfect description.
You are the MAN! I truly love and appreciated you.
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