Diapers, please.

Who would have thought that I would actually wish that my three year old was back in diapers. Go figure!
We were out and about getting acquainted with our new area once again this afternoon. I had a map with me this time, just not very detailed. Had to fill in many blanks and guess more than once. I was driving down a road (I have no idea which one) when I heard, "Mommy, I have to pee". That usually means I still have some time before it's an emergency.
"OK Jameson, we'll go pee when we pick daddy up from work."
"Mommy, hurry up, I NEED to pee!!"
"Sweetie, I told you we will go when we get to daddy's work. Can you wait?"
"OK. Mommy, I need to poo."
This sent waves of panic right through me. This normally wouldn't be such a problem except for the fact that he had, shall we say, the "runs" earlier in the day. Adults can barely control that urge let alone a three year old, newly potty trained boy. I panicked. Here I am in the middle of no where. I'm lost, well, misplaced, and have no idea where a public washroom might be located. Thoughts of having my son squat at the side of the road danced through my head. A right here, a left there and all of a sudden I spotted it; a Dunkin Donuts. (The American equivalent to Tim Hortons.) I made a sharp turn into the parking lot and hastily parked the car. I quickly put on Jameson's crocs (he always insists on taking them off in the car. Contrary to popular belief, you feet can stink in a pair of crocs. Unbelievable but true, three year old feet can stink enough to fill up a mini van with their stench. But that's another story....). We dashed into the DD and headed toward the washroom.
Now, before proceeding, let me remind you that I hate/despise/avoidatallcosts public washrooms.
When we opened the door Jameson freaked out because he's afraid of public toilets. A totally different fear than mine (germs), he's afraid that they're too loud. (He was traumatized by the toilet at Chapter's in Devonshire.) I quickly lined the seat with toilet paper and promised not to flush until he left the room. With much hesitation he hoisted himself onto the seat and did the deed. (I promised myself that he would die even though he touched the seat with his hands at one point.)
Another freak out moment when Jameson thought I was going to flush. We quickly washed his hands and I opened the door with stern warning to wait while I flushed the toilet. After flushing and then washing my own hands, I went out to find that he had wandered toward the door. Little stinker, sure knows how to cause slight panic in his mother.
All was said and done and we were all safe and relieved. We headed back into the van and continued our search for James' work. (A glance at the NJ map told me roughly where to go. I made it with no further problems.)
Once we got to work Stellan was saying he was wet. That was an understatement. I must not have realized how much he had to drink today because he successfully filled a diaper to overflowing. His shorts were drenched along with his recently washed car seat. (That was during our last trip to NJ when he puked in the van, all over the car seat.) I changed his diaper in the back of the van but ended up reneging on a visit to see Daddy in the office. I figured I couldn't present our family to James' new co-workers with a child who wasn't wearing any shorts.
We made it home, had a relatively uneventful dinner (are any dinners uneventful when you have a 2 year old and a 3 year old?!?!), James played basketball with the boys while I did the grocery shopping, and then they went to bed. All in all, a much better day than yesterday. Here's hoping to continue the trend and have an even better day tomorrow.