Why do I get myself into these situations?  I should know by now that it never goes smoothly…

Robert is out of town.  I didn’t want to cook (no surprise).  So I decided to take the girls to a local pizza joint.  I was in such a good mood I even let the girls invite one of our neighbors.  WHAT WAS I THINKING???

We get there.  Fine.  We pay.  Fine.  We get through the line and find a table.  Fine. Everyone starts eating.  Great!  It doesn’t last long…

…the littlest one asks to go to the potty.  Wow. I’m amazed.  We dash off to the potty with no issues.  We get back to the table, I set her in her seat and she screams at the top of her lungs – “I need to go POOP!”  Wow.  Didn’t see that one coming!  We dash back to the bathroom for nothing more than a little air and head back to the table.  No problem!  As soon as we get there, the other 3 girls jump up and head for the bathroom.  Of course the little one wants to go too and starts pitching a fit.  I didn’t want to leave the table unattended because the girl busing tables was really eager and I didn’t want to lose all the pizza I had just paid for.  A minute or two of suffering and I finally get the 2 year old settled.  Just then my oldest daughter comes running back to tell me that the middle child needs help.  Woo hoo!  With the 2 year old in tow I head back to the bathroom.  Three times in less than 10 minutes.  Can I call Guinness Book of Records yet?  Finally everyone has used the bathroom…in a big way. I’ve washed my hands so much that my fingers are starting to prune.

Back at the table, everyone has finished dinner and is eating dessert.  Out of the blue Abigail suggests that I might want to let the girl at the front know that the toilet is clogged.  YIPPEE!!!

As a final stab to the gut, the neighbor child says “Hey, there’s an arcade in the back!”  Don’t even get me started on that….