Pet Peeve

As a stay-at-home mom of young kids I acknowledge that I'm stuck, smack dab, in the middle of a demographic. I also acknowledge that others may not want (or care) to cater to my particular demographic. BUT...I thought I was in a State which, as a whole, recognizes the consequences of "multiplying and replenishing the earth"! So WHY, in the name of all that's holy, would you NOT have a restroom available for a three-year old dancing the dance?

I always have my kids use the bathroom before we leave the house. A three-year old bladder, however, can be a fickle foe. It doesn't do any good to remind it that it just went five minutes ago, or to tell it that it will just have to wait. No...that bladder will do what it needs to do when it needs to do it.

Solution: Roll my eyes in disbelief at the woman, drop my armful of un-purchased goods on the counter in front of her, and race like a mad-woman to the van and to the nearest public restroom. We made it. Barely.

(Is it horrible that a little part of me just wanted her to let loose right there in the middle of the store? Yes, it is. But that little devil on my shoulder sometimes plants some very compelling ideas in my head that are difficult to ignore.)