Do Over

Yesterday, I wanted a do over in the worst way.

It started innocently enough... It was The Boy's last day of preschool. No biggie... Just needed to get his teachers a nice gift. I decided that a gift card to Target and a potted plant would be nice. We headed off to Target, procured the gift card, and proceeded to my favorite plant nursery. Somewhere in there, The Toddler had to go to the bathroom.

Let me back up here... Tuesday I was on an all day field trip with Big Girl. We had a great time - went to see a musical at the Children's Theater (or Theatre), had a brown bag lunch, and went to a park. The other two had "Daddy Fun Day." I arrived home at three. Between three and bedtime, The Toddler had 4 (possibly 5) potty related accidents. She never had that many when she was potty training. I chalked it up to "tired." Yesterday morning, she had another accident before we left the house. At this point, my radar was up.

At the plant nursery, we make it to the bathroom with little time to spare. She potties a dribble. Half an our later, she has an accident. We proceed home, and I call the doctor thinking she may have a UTI or bladder infection. It's 10:45, they have an opening at 11:15.

I pack a drink (I know they'll want a 'sample') and we hit the road. My timing couldn't be better, we check in at the front desk and she informs me "I need to go potty." I let the receptionist know what we're there for, and can we go ahead and get the sample? She'll need to wait. A minute later, I'm cleaning pee up off the floor.

The nurse comes to take us back, asking for a sample. I reply that I'd love to give her one, but the patient peed on the floor "waiting" per the receptionist's direction. The nurse gave me a funny look. "I told her (pointing to the receptionist) that she needed to go, and she told me to have her wait. She's two." The nurse looked a me, looked at her, looked at me, looked at her... My eyes never wavered from the nurse.

We tried anyway, to no avail.

The doctor came in, wondering if we were able to get a sample. I repeated what I told the nurse. He was surprised and not too happy knowing that they made her wait, and that they can't diagnose without a sample.

Alas, we stuck around for another 20 minutes, but to no avail. They were kind enough to send us home with two sample cups. Now, after she pees in the cup, I can either get it to them in two hours or refrigerate it for up to 12. Well whoo hoo.

Problem is, The Toddler had two more accidents yesterday leaving us with no sample. One on the floor and one on my shirt while I was holding her. Unfortunately, you can't suck it up off the floor or squeeze it out of my shirt.

I was pissed.

That pretty much put me in a crappy mood for the rest of the day.

Last day of preschool... swim lessons... an unanticipated dinner success... It didn't matter. All I could think about was trying to get a two year old to pee in a cup, and the 15 minute drive to the doctor's office.

So today, I've pulled out the big guns. The Juice Boxes. If anything will make her pee, that will. We're not leaving the house until we have a sample.

Now, if I can only catch it in the cup without getting too much on my hand...