Me and my mountain of stinky family camp laundry are back.
We were camping in Door County, WI in a great campsite right next to the beach. My parents go every year and the last 3 we've joined them. The nice part is that they pay for everything down to the bug spray you need from the camp store. The bad part is that after spending $500 in gas to get to Door County we kinda needed them to pay for everything. So even though I'm a 35 year old mom of two I feel like I'm 12 again. But they are amazingly generous and the kids adore waking up and seeing grandma and grandpa first thing. However, since the kids woke up at the asscrack of dawn I'm not sure my parents felt quite as enthusiastic. But all in all, a wonderful time. Though we did have a little excitement...
Daughter decided that she was going to do a number 2 in her little potty 20 minutes before we headed out the door. So we cleaned and packed the potty just in case. She ended up sitting on it every few hours that first day ("I go pee?") but not producing anything.
I am freaked out as hell to get out of the tent to pee in the middle of the night as I'm convinced that coons lie in wait for my big white heine. So the first night I had to go I decided to pee in daughter's little potty. It had a lid and my middle of the night pee is usually more of an OCD-Must-Pee than a fount of tinkle. And yet, the whiz kept coming...right up to the tippy top. I closed the lid and lie down in bed debating if I should go outside to empty and rinse. Just as I talked myself into it I heard PLOP. SCUFFLE. SNORT. A coon! Unmistakeably snuffling around our tent. I froze and then heard three smaller sounds; PLOP PLOP PLOP as the baby coons dropped down from the trees to hang with their mama. And I am absolutely not emptying the piss pot at this point.
Morning dawns and I wake to see daughter sitting on her potty. She turns around to see if she tinkled and gasps. I PEEEEEEEE Mommy, I PEEEEE, LOOK LOOK! She is out of her mind because she thinks that she has filled it to the rim. Of course she wants to get everyone to see this miracle she has produced. All attendees of her piss party are clearly aware that there is no way she could have produced her weight in urine and shoot me suspicious looks.
The good news is that once son figured out it was mommy that created the potty miracle he was stunned silent. I couldn't figure out his mortification until on the way home he accidentally peed on the potty seat. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, mommy I'm so sorry! Doooon't pee on my floor!" Ha! The fact that I would take a leak in daughter's potty reinforced the threat that I would pee on his floor if he kept whizzing all over the bathroom tile.
Next year daughter might wise up so I should probably start looking for a potty of my own. But not this one.