Oh, the bathrooms ...

When does a very recently toilet trained toddler have to go to the bathroom?

- right after you leave the house

- just after you pull onto a freeway, a long, uninterrupted freeway

- right after you have finally successfully negotiated a night-time pull-on nappy and full-body pajamas and struggled with every single little snap

- well, naturally, your toddler will need to go when when she feels like she is going to do a poo. However this may have no relationship to poo actually emerging. In fact the need can persist with very high frequency for hours, mysteriously disappearing the minute the actual toilet is nearby

- just as you are nearing the front of the passport control line, or of course, the endless Ryanair baggage drop off line, which is of course longer than a check-in line would have been, but of course everyone has checked in already because it costs 20£ not to check in online ...

- just as people in the departure lounge *finally* start moving through the gate. At this point you, naturally, explain that there isn't enough time - it's *finally* time to get on the PLANE! 

- 15 minutes after people in the departure lounge started moving through the gate. Now you, naturally, explain that while you were wrong before, now there *really* isn't time...

And then, on the ramp between the gate and the plane door, your toddler will announce, cheerfully: there's a poo in my nappy, mummy!  

I've seen more public bathrooms in the past month than I would usually see. Almost all were clean. It's fine, really. Nina's doing well and I wouldn't have wanted to put off toilet training for my convenience  (I have a renewed appreciation for the convenience of disposable diapers). It doesn't really go well with modern air travel, is all. But then, is there *anything* that goes well with modern air travel? 

Oh right, I forgot: ibuprofen. Perfect match.

Bummer I can't take that these days what with being, er, 16 weeks pregnant ...  Didn't I tell you?