I really hated potty training Violet. If I look back now I think we started her before she was completely ready. It seemed to take forever. So I vowed to leave Ezra til he was completely and utterly ready. I practically wanted him to slam-dunk his nappy into the bin and holler “NO MORE!”

For weeks and weeks we’ve had the potty down from the loft and Ezra would sit on it while watching a bedtime tv programme. More often than not he would do a wee in it. When wearing a nappy he would tell me when he was doing a wee. So last week I asked him if he would like to learn to use the toilet and he said yes!

Ezra has taken to it so well. Hardly any accidents. I remind him often during the day about using the potty but it’s him who comes running to me to say he needs a wee. I just can’t believe how well he is doing.

So today I decided to take all 3 kids to Tesco. Ezra did a wee before we left so I figured I had at least an hour before I’d have to seek out a toilet. Easy peasy! Violet and Ezra did their usual thing and went a bit bonkers in the supermarket (not naughty, just a bit hyper!). Shoppers were looking at them smiling. I felt like we were doing good! I even asked Ezra as we went past a toilet,

“Do you want to go for a wee, Ezra?”

“NNNOOOOO”

The children enthusiastically helped me select fruit and veg and we got a huge haul of ice cream thanks to this weather.

Then we got to the pasta aisle and as I was deciding between Fusilli and Rigatoni pasta shapes I heard,

“I done wee Mummy”

So I clean up the puddle as best I can, all the while Violet is talking a little too loudly about the WEE THAT IS ON THE FLOOR. I tell a shop assistant and then hot foot it to the toilets. Thank goodness I had a change of clothes with me! Get to the disabled toilets but I can’t shut the door because Felix is sat in the trolley! Change Ezra and have a big chat about where wee wees go. Meanwhile Violet is prancing around singing about wee and Ezra has half knocked my glasses from my face in an over enthusiastic embrace!

So I’ve learnt that when we are out I definitely should not go past a toilet without taking him in to try. And my hour window is a pile of shit!

Still, he’s been in pants a week and has only had 3 accidents! We shall keep going!

So to non-parents a trip to Tesco is just that. Do your shopping and get out. But when kids come along it turns into a full on trip out. We have just spent over 2 hours in Tesco and we didn’t even do a big shop!

There’s the unloading of the car. You know… buggy, millions of children, drinks, nappies, random toy which is super important right now and goodness knows what else.

Then we get in the store and head straight up to Costa. Our trip to Tesco had the big promise of cake so we better make it happen. Over excited Violet and Ezra drive Joe a little crazy with “I want I want” but he made the fatal error and bought them DIFFERENT cakes! Never buy different cakes or drinks or anything. Because they always want what the other has. But if you mention swapping then it’s met with howling.

“No, I want my one. And that one”.

For some reason Violet turned into an animal and ate her crispie cake in the messiest way possible. And Ezra decided with each mouthful that he didn’t really like cake after all.  <sigh>

It all got too much for Felix and he demanded boob and went to sleep. Once enough cake had been eaten Violet and Ezra decided to run about feral. I guess they were buzzing from the sugar. At one point Ezra careered into Costa with a Paw Patrol hat squeezed onto his giant head. As ridiculous as it was I did laugh. Feeling self-conscious of the other people trying to enjoy their Lattes in peace we left.

There were a few things we needed from Tesco. We pick them up no problem. Onto the escalator down to the main shop Violet scurries ahead to the bottom. It’s one of those escalators you can take shopping trolleys on. Anyway, it suddenly comes to a halt with about 30 people and their trolleys which are magnetically stuck to the escalator. I look down to see a skinny 4 year old with floppy curly hair shuffle away from the emergency stop button. That moment where as a parent you imagine a giant arrow appearing over your head saying:

“THE ONE WHO HAS CAUSED YOU ALL GRIEF BELONGS TO THESE IDIOTS”!!!!!!!

Violet legged it back up the escalator to us, clearly feeling a bit shaken that she had messed up. A security guard came over after about a minute and restarted the escalator and everyone carried on with their days.

I took Violet over to the security guard and asked her to apologise for stopping the escalator. She actually did say sorry which I thought was immensely brave of her. The guard was lovely and said it’s OK and gave her a hug.

We are home now. Violet is chilling with a movie and both of the boys are taking a nap.

I think Violet learnt a lesson today. I’m just pleased she owned up to it and was able to say sorry.