If you ever decide to come visit Las Vegas (and I hope you do while we still live here...) please do not waste your time with silly things like the Bellagio Fountains or the Lions at MGM.
No. Don't do it.
Come spend a day with me on the day I have to run errands. You will see A LOT more of Vegas than you ever bargained for.
Today, for instance, you would have had the priviledge of visiting:
Big Lots
Anna's Linens
Target
Burger King
SCARY 7-11
Chiropractor
College of Southern Nevada
McDonalds
Chevron
Carl's Jr
The Playground behind my house
Yup. You read that right. THREE fast food restuarants.
We drove approximately 70 miles.
And it was all in city limits.
See? If you came with ME, you'd see a lot of Vegas.
The scary 7-11 was definitely a highlight. We were trying desperately to get to my chiro appointment which is VERY far from my house, and we got stuck on the highway, when IT happened.
The It that I always knew would happen, but still I hoped not.
Dead stop on the highway and Henry announced, "I have to go bathroom!"
AHHHHH!!!! I was like, "Derek, EXIT NOW!" and he did, but so was everyone else and it took forever to find ANYWHERE that had a bathroom. Poor Henry was declaring, "I can't tinkle in my seat!" I finally saw a 7-11 on the left and my quick-moving husband manuvered through three lanes of traffic, without getting us killed.
I unbuckled Henry with the speed of light, and we ran inside. Henry yelling, "IT HURTS!"
Now, for those of you who are ignorant to the workings of 7-11, they do not have public restrooms. That's right, a convience store with no bathroom. I looked at the man behind the counter with pleading eyes, "Please!" I begged. "We need to use your bathroom, it's an emergency." He looked at Henry, holding my hands and practically crying with desperation, and pointed us to the back.
We ran for it.
The back of 7-11 convinced me to buy NOTHING at this particular store, EVER. Filthy water was all over the floor, and the bathroom. Let's just say it's a good thing I'm no germaphobe. Henry managed to get to the toilet just in time.
And I teared up with relief. Hallejuah. He made it.
What a big boy.
And after today, I owe my kids a whole afternoon at the playground tomorrow. Spencer was thrilled to even be allowed to go down the slide behind our house three times in the dark, just so he could move his little body.
Phew!
So, come visit, and I promise to show you a good time. And if you're really lucky, and you need to tinkle... well, I promise, I can rock your world.
7 comments:
At least he's a boy and doesn't have to sit/squat on the toilet. Has your baby turned yet?
Anna- unfortunately, he's a sitter, until he figures out otherwise... it was gross.
I'll find out if the baby turned on Thursday! I think so... but I can't tell on myself.
Oooh...well that's a nice offer...a good tinkle time...
You've convinced me. We're planning our next vacation for vegas! (I'm just really curious to see if your Big Lots is bigger than mine.)
"It wasn't me; I always sit!" --Tyler.
You really do rock the worlds of all those with tinkle-type issues, Morgan.
How about a porta potty in the car? I seem to remember it working well in Europe and other places.
MA
That's a lot of burgers and fries.
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