We take the twins to Chinese School every Sunday afternoon from 2-4PM. I don’t know if they are enjoying it or not, but I definitely dread going every week. Why? Well,… here’s a glimpse of what my 2-hour in the Chinese School is like.
Lauren & Thomas recently went through potty training (yes… you all know where I am going with this). They are not 100% trained yet, but I’d say they are 95% trained. A couple of Sundays ago, we went to Chinese School as usual. Shortly after the class started, Lauren said “mommy, mommy, my pants!!!” I look down at her pants and saw that she had already pee-peed in her pants. To my horror ~ I had to discreetly grab some tissue paper and wipe her seat while dragging her to the girls room down the hall! As we dashed for the Girl’s Restroom, I told Thomas to stay in the class room and wait for me. But of course, as soon as I got into the Girl’s Restroom, I heard him coming after us. “Alright, both of you, in to the stall with mommy. ” I quickly cleaned up Lauren as much as possible, but still needed to take her to the car to change her pants. Thomas went potty while I cleaned up Lauren. I took Thomas back to the classroom and asked one of the other moms to keep an eye on him for me while I run out to the car with Lauren.
When Lauren and I came back (which was no more than 5-10 min.), I noticed that Thomas was not in the classroom. “Where did he go?” I asked. The other mom said, “He wanted to go potty, so I sent my husband in with him.” Great, I thought. A strange man taking my son to the bathroom. I quickly went to the Boy’s Restroom just as Thomas was coming out. I thanked the man and took Thomas back into the class.
Now, I know, you must be thinking… how bad can it be right? Well… it’s just about to get even worse. To make a long story short ~ Thomas ran out of the classroom 30 sec. before it was to end (I was packing up the book bags), tugging at his pants as he ran down the hall. “Wait, Thomas! Wait for me!” I chased after him out into the hallway, only to see him running with his pants down around his ankles… yes, I had a full view of his skinny little behind… and the parents (there must’ve been 4-5 of them standing in the hallway as Thomas ran towards them) saw EVERYTHING.
“I need to go potty!!!” Thomas yelled, as he laughed and ran down the hall to the Boy’s Restroom.
Sometimes I really wonder ~ why do I put myself through this “torture” every Sunday?!