what's that smell?...

Oh, wait IT'S ME.

So we (me+hubs+kid 1/boy child+kid 2/girl child=we) went to a church softball game last night. Kid 2/girl child has been doing surprisingly well at potty training (and its about gosh-darn time...she's like 15. Well, really, she turned two over the summer, but I am WAY over diapers).
Anyhow, I (in all my infinite geniousity) decided we should go full-force and put on our big girl panties. Yeah, I said it, I'm a genius.

Things started off swimmingly. Kid 2 decided she had to go potty riiiggghhhtt about the time I was in line for a burger. Luckily, I am surrounded by awesome people and my good friend offered to take her for me.
Turns out the potty was three soccer fields over and across the main street entrance to the park. So 45 minutes later they return (success!! dry pants!!) and kid 2 eats her hot dog.
(Well, she takes her hot dog off the bun, takes at least 1/5 of a bite and then mushes the bun around so that its no longer recognizable as a food product. Then a SHRIEK "all done". And another, "I DO IT!" as I attempt to wipe her face. And another, "I-I-I-I DO IT!" as I attempt to wrap the hot dog remains so we can toss it....turns out the hot dog must be placed NEXT to the bun prior to wrapping in order for it to be done properly. Awesome. Thankfully, kid 2 was around to prevent me from botching up the cleaning process.)

So now we must potty again. Um...OK. So I'm off on the trek (across three soccer fields and the main park entrance). We go inside the restroom and she potties. About .0006 milliliters worth. But I digress. After the cheering and clapping, I boost her on my knee so she can get some soap and turn on the water...and that's apparently when she finally felt comfortable enough to REALLY go. On my knee.
She peed on MY KNEE. Double awesome.

Back on the potty we go.

Several minutes and rinsings in the sink later, we are ready to walk the approximately 6 miles back to our game. Of course, this is South Florida. And its kind of hot and sticky. So I didn't want to  out her in wet (albeit rinsed) undies. So I just pull her skirt down and we start the walk back over. And I'm holding her underwear. And did I mention that she peed on my knee?

Finally, we are back at the truck. I put her in a fresh pull-up (my delusions of grandeur have just been shot to hell after all) and we return to the game.

Where kid 1 promptly tells me he needs to go potty.