I'm a bit of a gernaphobe. Not the biggest fan of hotel rooms, locker rooms, etc. As a teen, I refused to touch doorknobs. Public bathrooms are some if my least favorite places. I squat or paper the seat. Sometimes both. And while I recognize that I'm a freak, I'm trying not to turn our daughter into one.
Three years old and using the potty like a big girl, I can't expect her to hold it or eschew fluids until we're home. So into the loo we go. I will paper the seat for her, to the tune of "why Mommy?," if it's warranted. Otherwise, I take a deep breath and plop her tush down on the seat.
Now, being in the stall with her, invariably, I have to go. So one recent day, I don't go into DEFCON 5 mode. I sit my bare butt down on the unprotected plastic. I lived to tell the tale, but had to shower when we reached home.
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