We all have embarrassing stories we’d rather not re-live? I’ve got one or two … okay maybe half a dozen embarrassing moments that I’ve burned my cheeks from. And yesterday, Esther decided to add one more incident to the list.
We headed to Garden City Shopping Centre first thing in the morning to get Esther’s feet fitted for school shoes. She heads to Prep this year and this whole going to school experience of buying all her school needs has been new to me. It’s been expensive and I’m thankful I won a Mathers gift voucher so I could buy some good quality school shoes. I ended up buying two pairs of school shoes for $4.92 outlay which was awesome.
Anyway, after a play in the indoor playground, a browse in the ABC shop and morning tea at Mrs Fields, it was time to take the troops to the toilet.
I headed to the parents room as Maggie is toilet training at the moment. I knew there would be a parents cubicle with an adult toilet and junior toilet suite that the two girls could use. Once the girls had finished, flushed and were washing their hands I told them not to open the door because mummy was going to go to the toilet.
So I hover over the adult toilet, and Esther slammed her hand on the green button to immediately open the automatic door. There I was, hovering midstream, with the door open to one mum and a new dad who got a wonderful view of my public toilet etiquette.
I screamed at Esther to push the button to close the door, but she kept pressing the green button to keep the door open. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even speak straight to tell her to press the bottom silver button to shut the door.
She realized her mistake and pressed the right button and the door s-l-o-w-l-y closed, just as I was finished.
After a few stern words in the bathroom about listening, we all walked out as if nothing had happened. Phoebe needed her nappy changed so I couldn’t walk straight out of the parent room. The cheek burn was imminent.
Needless to say, I might think twice before using the parent room toilets again and take the girls with me into the female toilets. Latches tend to require more skills to unlock.
After the incident I decided to share my status on Facebook. And it didn’t publish, so I decided to write it as a blog post, but somehow the status published this morning! It got deleted, because who wants to re-read an embarrassing tale twice?
Have you got an embarrassing toilet tale to share? Have your kids ever opened up a toilet door on you in a public space?
I’m linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT.