The Library Brings Out the Best in Everyone.

I love the library.
Well, I love the children's room at the library. It's the only room I'm familiar with. I  never get out of it. My kids love the library too. They also have never been anywhere but the children's room. I don't dare take them anywhere else. We're not quiet, nor do we know what are socially acceptable things to say about others. Maybe someday we will venture out, but not yet.

Over all the library is a great experience for us, but there is one thing I don't understand. Why is it  every time I go to the library ALL my children must use the restroom? We could all use the bathroom 3 minutes before we get there, but still we must all (at different times) have to "go." Now. "No mom, I can't wait."

It must be the excitement of the automatic flushing toilets, or maybe the hand dryers that blow your hands all the way to the floor. I don't know, but I have spent more time cumulatively in the bathroom than reading books while at the library.

The best is the baby. He holds in his poop until we are at the library, all relaxed with books spread everywhere, and then he lets it rip. Normally he is not a stinky baby, but at the library he is the smelliest child I have ever had! He doesn't just do this on occasion, but EVERY time we have all our books spread out everywhere. The part that amazes me is that EVERY time we go I leave the diaper bag upstairs, out the door, in the parking lot, in the car! What am I thinking!!!??

 I sit there holding the stinky child telling myself, "it's not that bad" or "he can wait." When people start avioding me, then the aisle I'm on, then the children's room, I realize we must pack up, clean up, and get the baby changed. (Mainly because it's not appropriate to leave your infant somewhere you are not because he reeks.) My children are not yet old enough to stay alone. So, we pack up, clean up (because we are messy), and head out.

Today I tried to hold the baby not too close to me because, as usual, this is not a normal poop. He's been saving. It's beginning to leak out....everywhere. I'm wearing a new white shirt. I've only worn it once before. I prefer it stays white, at least in public. I change the baby. Noone will want to get their hands blown to the floor in that bathroom for awhile! I look in the mirror. Poop, on my new white shirt! I hear the baby laughing and I begin to think it's all a plan.

 We're not finished at the library, I don't have another shirt. I'm the mom of 3 children and 1 infant.. I walk back into the children's room with yellow poop on my new white shirt. It will probably never come out anyway, and I've only worn it twice....

. We sit back down, spread our books everywhere, and begin reading. Suddenly there's a loud whisper in my ear, "mom, I have to go."