“mom! I need to poop!!” as I was in the middle of driving Mer who was also hauling Finder and Note.
“I TOLD YOU!!!” I said emphatically.
Let’s go back to an hour earlier before we left our resort at Seaside, I warned the boys to do their business as I’d not be able to stop in between Seaside and Mt. Hood. “I don’t need to,” choruses.
I then stopped at the gas station before hitting Route 26, I again reminded them to take a dump at the station if they needed to.
Choruses of “nahs.”
Then this. I told that poor kid to hold it in and that he had to wait. Lucky for him, it was just another 27 minutes.
Well, I did try, I thought we could go to that specific gas station and belatedly realized that Mer was NOT going to fit. I had to abandon the plan while making a right turn into some industrial road, looping around to try and get back on Route 26. When doing so, the back of the RV scraped the road (I saw grooves there and that gives me an impression that I wasn’t the only RV driver who thought the same). It was a loud SCREEEECCCHHH and that kid’s eyes widened and he said, “I can wait.”
When we finally arrived, I was so focused with setting up and hours later, I remembered that kid needed to poop. “Hey, didn’t you need to go?”
I shit you not.
just a mother who fled from society's constraints and is super excited to wake up to the outdoors, remain braless daily and teach her boys the art of boredom and discovery.