Once I came out of my Benadryl haze today, I realized that I hadn’t written anything about how Henry is doing in school and how happy he is and how happy WE are and how much we love his teacher and how she got him to touch a slice of orange to his tongue last week and what a great place this is for all of us. And honestly I was going to do it this afternoon.

But then I decided that it would be fun to stop at the bookstore on the way home from school and play for a while. We were there for forty five minutes. We made THREE trips to the restroom (which, by the way, is NOT CLEAN, not even the women’s room, which is why I’m not naming the bookstore). First Henry has to go potty. So we plod off to the bathroom and he tries to poop. No luck. Back to the children’s section and the train. Then he announces that he thinks he might have had an accident but he isn’t sure and will I check? And I say NOT HERE, so we go BACK to the third-world women’s room (no accident, but he is all whacked out from his allergies and not eating lunch at school. Oh, and waking up at 4:30 this morning to ask me to play with him. Stuff like that). He sits on the potty while Charlie touches EVERYTHING. We wash our hands (a whole production in itself) and return to the kids section. We collect some Halloween books and sit down to read, and sure enough, Charlie has a poopy diaper. Which he tris to blame on another child playing nearby. A complete stranger, even! So we go BACK to the the hazmat restroom and change the diaper (which is a nightmare as Charlie is WAAAAAYYYY too big for the plastic changing table and whines the ENTIRE time about how much his back hurts. Boo hoo, learn to use the potty, boy! And stop whining). While I was changing him, I insisted that Henry try AGAIN to use the potty. Which he did (try, that is). And we washed up AGAIN and headed back out.

And no sooner had we settled down to read than Henry said, ‘Oh no! I think I need to go poop.’

That was it. I’d had it. I couldn’t bring myself to go BACK in that bathroom, and I was at all out of Kind Patient Mommy Voice. We came home. The boys are watching TV and I am cursing myself for having eaten all the Poppycock. Although I think that what I really need is a martini.

But school is going just great!