Wet Socks

Do you know those times that you laugh so hard, and then think about what you were laughing about and start laughing again? That has happened to me A LOT in my life. It happened to me last week, actually. I came across this story. SHE IS HILARIOUS! I know we could swap motherhood stories and die laughing over and over again.

Dawson laughs really hard A LOT. He always has, and his laugh hasn't changed at all since he was a baby. He makes us laugh really hard constantly, too. He is a comedian. The time he made me laugh the hardest happened earlier this year. I kept laughing over and over again. For days and days. Hours and hours. Months and Months. Now I am doing it again.

Lisa, Natalie, Melissa and the kids had driven from Idaho to come visit us. To help you understand the situation, Melissa had a baby who was three months old and Linden was about seven months old. Jack and Ellie were two and Dawson had just turned three. These children are all cousins, and the adults are either siblings or siblings in law, and Lisa is my mother-in-law. We had two double strollers, a single stroller and a baby carrier and sometimes another single stroller to get around. Melissa and Lisa LOVE shopping. We shopped a lot. I had just potty trained Dawson about two months before they came.

We went to Arizona Mills Mall in Tempe to go the the Aquarium. It's an hour drive to that mall. We met up in the Food Court and played on the Carousel for a while and then walked around and shopped a little. Before we made it to the Aquarium at the other end of the mall, it had already felt like a full days work. One of them had a blow out and had his shirt rinsed in the sink and was still wearing poopy clothes. We looked like a mom club pushing so many strollers all in a row! I'm sure Dawson drank my soda, and some of Blake's. I'm also sure it was hard to find a bathroom, and that he was having to much fun to ask to go.

It had been hours since he had gone potty. I know, I was failing at motherhood! Eventually, we made it through the Aquarium. At the end, there was a playground much like the ones you see at McDonalds. It also had a sitting area for parents! SWEET! Us moms from the stroller mom club hadn't sat down like all day, or week. SOOOO much shopping and caring for children.

I remembering saying to my husband, "I bet Daws needs to go potty," but didn't do anything about it.

There were a lot of little families happily playing on the playground. A little boy came down to see his mom. This mom had medium short hair that spiked up everywhere.

The spiky hair lady then yelled, "WHY ARE YOUR SOCKS WET?"

I wasn't clueing in yet... but then there was some chatter. Things like, "It wasn't my kid; my kid is still in diapers." "Mine too!"

I still didn't quite get it.

Mom's were checking pants.

Melissa asks, "Did Dawson go potty?"

In my head - al;skdjfal;ksdjf lkjflkajflak dsjflk!

SO THEN ALL THE MOMS STARTED CHECKING THE KIDS SOCKS! ALL THE KIDS HAD WET SOCKS! And still the chatter. "My kid is in diapers." "It's not mine!"

I secretly brushed by Dawson, felt his shorts and swiped him up then told my mom club, let's go. We booked it out of there so fast you wouldn't believe. Melissa asked me if it was Dawson. I shook my head no. She had a little smile cause I am sure she kind of knew.

Then as soon as we got 100 yards away from the aquarium I started hysterically laughing and it didn't stop for 9 hours.

Dawson chaffed as he walked to the car.

"Dad my leg is wet! It really hurts when I walk!"

And I just really couldn't stop laughing about all of those parents in commotion about the wet socks. Or the fact that my kid peed in a jungle gym, AND I SCATTERED WITH A FIVE STROLLER CREW! Clearly it wasn't completely obviously that it was one of those kids from the five stroller crew.

And then we went to IKEA. I didn't stop laughing. I laughed the whole way home. I texted all of my friends and family and told them the story. I still wake up laughing in the night. Am I evil?

To the mom who had to clean poop off of a boy and bathroom for twenty minutes and probably wants to get banned from Chick-FIl-A... I want to be banned from the Aquarium! Haha! You are so courageous! I flaked, but I still laughed hysterically, just like you!

It's so funny being a mom. And embarrassing.

​I'm so sorry for what happened. Next time, maybe I'll admit it was my kid and buy everyone a new pack of socks.