Still in slow motion, I turned to her and we both frantically looked for the boys, who were already up in the play land structure. Then they came shooting out of the slide… one little boy, two little boys, three little boys…where was Eli? I rushed to Isaac thinking for sure he had had a diaper malfunction; he had not. The other boys were checked; all was fine!
“Eli, ELI! Where are you?” No answer. Despite my abnormal dislike of play lands and their varied germs and other fungi I started to crawl up into the structure, trying to have a calm voice as I knew that he was probably hiding and scared, he had never had an accident of this kind before. I soon realized that he was not in the musty, nasty play land and I had to crawl backwards out of the structure, I now know why they post a maximum height restriction, so in addition to my germ phobia being in hyper overdrive, I was now hyperventilating with claustrophobia trying to get myself out of the plastic cesspool!
The door seemed to reverberate back to me, almost laughing, as I knocked on the door hoping not to hear a deep voice in reply. All I heard was the scared, cracking voice of my 4 year old, “Mommy, I had an accident!” This would prove to be one of the largest understatements in current history!
Every time my tone heightened, he would start to cry again, so I would try to calm down and get into problem solving mode. My mind jumped forward, I will get some paper towels wet them wipe him down, get some disinfectant etc, etc, etc…I peered around the stall door to make sure the coast was clear and to my dismay recognized that McDonald’s had gone green! No paper towels, only air dryers. I almost started to cry. “What am I going to do?” I thought I had said to myself until Eli started informing me about what should be done. I lost my temper again and told him that his time to help had passed. He started crying again. I apologized and informed him that I would be locking the stall door behind me and he was to talk to no one. I had to go to the car and hope for some redemptive items in the trunk.
I hadn’t comprehended how fetid the air had become in the bathroom until I walked back into the restaurant. I just shook my head as I made eye contact with my pal and ran from the establishment. On my way to the car I just prayed that I would have something, anything that might make this a manageable situation. The prayer was answered, I had a pull-up, some heaven sent wipes, a plastic bag, and one of Justin’s shirts that would work as Eli’s new pants AND shirt. I felt grateful and I loved my boy more for the experience!