It's Friday, which means it's time for another honest and funny #momfail story! I'm so excited to feature Melissa, a hard working mom and freelance writer from Ontario, Canada! Any mom who has or is potty training their child will feel for Melissa with this story... Enjoy!
Fire Alarm Flop
Do you have that one child, you know, the one you always worry about, drives you crazy but love so madly it hurts your soul? Yeah, that one…here’s a silly story of a mom who may have “forgot” to mention the quirks of that child upon entering Kindergarten.
This past September marked the beginning of Kindergarten for my middle child! Woo-hoo! Where we live children start full day kindergarten the year they turn four. Both my boys were still only three when they started because of their late birthdays that fall in November. This was difficult for me seeing as that three years olds are still so little! Even so, he and I were both excited and ready for him to start his journey through school. We bought new shoes, an awesome Avengers back pack and a brand-new bento-style lunch box (I love this thing!). We were ready!
Now my little guy came in a spunky, fearless, and quick package beginning on day one! From the moment my water broke on the day he was born, everything about his labor was lightning fast! The nurses actually asked me to wait to push so the doctor could put on gloves (you can just imagine my thought process on that one, ha!). Three hours after my water broke and five minutes of pushing, he flew into the world and hasn’t stopped since! This boy keeps his momma on her toes and that’s an understatement!
He never crawled, he just started running. He climbed absolutely everything and got his hands on everything he shouldn’t have, even when I thought I baby proofed our place to the nines! He would not be stopped! It also became very apparent that as he grew, he would rather march to the beat of his own drum than follow the crowd. One really great thing about his speed of life, potty training. It literally took a few days and he was completely good to go! But, remember how I mentioned he was quirky? Well when it came to number two he insisted he had to remove all his clothing in order to get the job done. “Deep breaths momma”, I would tell myself, “it’s just a phase”. There was enough time before school started to get him on track.
In the months leading up to his first day of school I made sure to remind him that he didn’t have to do all that work every time he went to the bathroom. Also, I was careful to mention to him he would not be able to do this at school as it would not be very appropriate. He seemed to get it and got better at not removing all his clothes to do his business. Although, the odd time I would still find him in his birthday suit on the john.
Well, the first day came and went and as the days went on we saw some big changes in our little guy. He was sharing more frequently with his siblings, singing songs and eager to show us how he could practice writing his name. Things seemed to be going well and I hadn’t heard from his teachers which I totally expected I would have. I’ll admit I may have even suspected something was wrong. I was sure they were hiding something, could he really be fine, was no news good news?
As I mentioned, I always worry about him. I worry about all my kids, obviously, but I tend to get anxious about him a little more often. Before too long it was time for parent-teacher interviews and I tell ya, I was on edge! All the thoughts in my head about how he was doing, whether he was really doing well or not and if he was being a good participant in the classroom. I arranged care for my littlest one and off I went in an anxious frenzy to meet the teachers! I walked down the hall to his class and hoped for the best. Sitting across from the teacher at one of the little kindergarten tables, I assumed they could tell I was nervous by the slightly pitying glances I was getting. They talked me through a typical day for my boy, his strengths and a few things we could work on. Overall, I was teary eyed and so proud at how far my little man had come, my heart was full of reassurance and joy! There were no notes home because there was no need for them, he was doing just fine, really!
As we wrapped things up they asked me if I had any other questions or concerns. I couldn’t leave there without knowing if his bathroom etiquette was up to snuff for the classroom. I asked how he was doing when he went to the washroom, a little freaked out of what they might say. “We haven’t had any issues and he seems fine; did you have a concern”? “Well, I just wanted to make sure he was doing okay, seeing as he is still three”, I nervously responded. They exchanged glances and it looked like I was in the clear. Until the teacher said “Wait, there was something that happened recently while he was using the bathroom”. I cringed and listened as she told me of how the school’s fire alarm went off. The teachers made sure they had all the kindergarteners lined up and accounted for when they realized, you guessed it, my child was in the bathroom. The teacher continued to tell me that she hurried for the bathroom door to tell him that they had to get out, the fire alarm was going off. There was my boy, clad in his birthday suit on the “john”!
The worst part, was it was not a drill, something had happened in the school kitchen. Unfortunately, with the rules these days, the teacher was unable to help him put his clothes back on and it became quite a rushed bathroom break. All ended well, thankfully he was quick enough to get his clothes on, get out with the teacher and nothing serious had happened in the school kitchen. Oh, my goodness though! I was so, so embarrassed and felt like a total idiot for not training my kid properly and furthermore, not giving them a heads up! All I could do was hang my head and apologize over and over for not making sure he wouldn’t do this at school and not telling them about it! What grace and patience they had for me! Well, they are teachers so I guess they really need those two attributes! We laughed at the whole thing and they assured me it had not happened since. Maybe the whole scenario was enough for him to realize he really couldn’t do this at school, I haven’t been able to pin point why he still does this at home sometimes. Maybe it’s a comfort thing.
I can still hold out hope that it’s a phase, right??
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