Porta Potty Anyone?

Alright. I am officially three month into this whole potty training thing. Minus one relatively small accident (that I didn't even have to clean up...woohoo), we have had success for almost the entire three month period. Diapers only come out at nap time. My pocketbook is feeling heavier and heavier by the day.

So why, on earth, am I so miserable?!?!?

When we are home, everything is peachy-keen and I'm in seventh heaven. It's when we walk out the door that my heart stops.

I have met my nemesis in life. Public restrooms. (insert HUGE shudder here)

I have watched my kids pick up hair covered food off the floor and pop it in their mouths. I have watched them eat dirt, touch slimy toads, and pick their noses (not MY sweet children!).

But to see their sweet, chubby fingers grab for the toilet seat in a public restroom as they attempt to steady themselves? To watch their cute, little buns sit on those same seats? Eeewwwwwwww!

Steve doesn't understand this small phobia that is festering within me. His response to what he refers to as "my hysteria"? "Let them touch anything they want. Just wash their hands when they're done." Guess who just got himself out of EVER needing to take the girls into the bathroom with him?

While I work through my issue, I'll just keep doing everything in my power to keep my girls germ free. Right now, this requires me lining the seats with massive amounts of toilet paper, holding onto their hands, and repeatedly yelling, "Don't touch anything! No! Don't touch that!". Then I douse them in hand sanitizer on the off chance that maybe some part of their bodies where unprotected. I can only imagine what the people in the next stall think of me.

Oh, and I also my or my not be driving around town with a portable potty chair in the backseat of my car.

You just never know when one might come in handy.