Adolpha's Obsession with Public Restrooms
A few months ago I told you about Adolpha's close relationship with the school nurse. Well, tonight I noticed that she's got another strange obsession: public restrooms.
The girl hasn't met a public restroom that she hasn't been curious to try. It's ridiculous. Every time we leave the house she must visit the closest public restroom. It doesn't matter if it's a quick run to Target for socks and underwear, she feels compelled to leave them a deuce. If we take a 30 minute road trip somewhere she needs to stop on the way to check out the filthiest Quik Trip.
It's becoming a real problem, because not only does she have to go into these vile places, I have to go too. The girl can't go alone, don't you know.
Tonight we were heading out for dinner and I insisted that she use the restroom at home before we left, which she did. We were in the car five minutes and I hear this:
Adolpha: Are we close to a bathroom yet? I gotta go.
Me: Adolpha, I told you go to try before we left the house.
Adolpha: I did try, but it didn't want to come and now it does.
Me: Adolpha, I don't understand this. Why can't you go at home? Why do you insist on going in public all the time? The public bathrooms are yucky.
Adolpha: I don't know. I just know I need to get there now, because at the house my pee didn't want to come, but now it wants to come and bring poop with it!
Can someone please tell me this is a phase that she'll outgrow? I am so skeeved out by the number of public restrooms Adolpha and I visit on a daily basis. My mantra is "Don't. Touch. Anything." If we don't catch the flu off the shopping cart at Sam's Club, we'll catch Hepatitis A off the toilet seat.
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The girl hasn't met a public restroom that she hasn't been curious to try. It's ridiculous. Every time we leave the house she must visit the closest public restroom. It doesn't matter if it's a quick run to Target for socks and underwear, she feels compelled to leave them a deuce. If we take a 30 minute road trip somewhere she needs to stop on the way to check out the filthiest Quik Trip.
It's becoming a real problem, because not only does she have to go into these vile places, I have to go too. The girl can't go alone, don't you know.
Tonight we were heading out for dinner and I insisted that she use the restroom at home before we left, which she did. We were in the car five minutes and I hear this:
Adolpha: Are we close to a bathroom yet? I gotta go.
Me: Adolpha, I told you go to try before we left the house.
Adolpha: I did try, but it didn't want to come and now it does.
Me: Adolpha, I don't understand this. Why can't you go at home? Why do you insist on going in public all the time? The public bathrooms are yucky.
Adolpha: I don't know. I just know I need to get there now, because at the house my pee didn't want to come, but now it wants to come and bring poop with it!
Can someone please tell me this is a phase that she'll outgrow? I am so skeeved out by the number of public restrooms Adolpha and I visit on a daily basis. My mantra is "Don't. Touch. Anything." If we don't catch the flu off the shopping cart at Sam's Club, we'll catch Hepatitis A off the toilet seat.
I've been nominated as one of Circle of Moms Top 25 Funny Moms. If you think I'm funny and you have a moment, would you please vote for me? It's easy and fast, I promise. Just click here, find me on the list and vote. Done and done. Thank you.
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