"Are you going to call the Police on my mummy for being in the mens' washroom?"

Here is the story of how I ended up in the situation of my 5 year old daughter convincing 3 men as to why they should not call the Police on me for being in the Mens' Washroom.

It was Spring Break.  Our local gardens were offering free entry for children, so I decided to take my 5 year old, her 5 year old friend, and my 2 year old there for a day trip.

We were in the beautifully kept Rose Garden when my 2 year old took off his pants and underwear and announced he needs a poo, and promptly squatted down.

I did a very quick, *mama lightning reflexes assessment* of the situation and decided that Van Deusen Rose Garden wasn't the place for an Al Fresco poop.  Whilst speaking in that voice which obviously means I'm trying to project calmness on the outside, whilst the panic is rising on the inside, and really just ultimately trying to get everyone to hurry the f**ck up (I'm sure you know the voice I mean) I started telling them all that we need to head back to the washroom now.

Probably sensing the constant nagging that was about to come from me getting them to walk faster, my 5 year old climbed into the stroller whilst the 2 year old who was naked from the waist down, the 5 year old friend and I head for washroom.

When we came to some stairs, I asked my 5 year old to get out of the stroller so I could carry it downstairs. Somehow she tripped and landed splat on the gravel.

Normally I feel it is very important for someone to be given the time and support they need to process an incident such as a fall, and not rush them in that process.  At that moment, the urgency of the poo, top trumped the processing of the fall.

I was projecting words of empathy over my shoulder at her in that voice, mixed in with pleas to walk faster and trying to validate how hard that must be for her, and words such "oh yes there is blood" whilst pushing the stroller across a gravel path (because in that moment I completely forgot that it more efficient to pull a stroller across gravel, and not push it), and convincing the naked from the waist down 2 year old not to poo right where he is.

"I'm sure that was a shock, and your knee is hurting. Oh yes there is blood.  But please hurry up.  I realise it is hard to walk fast when your knee hurts.  But please just walk fast."

As we rounded the corner to the terrace outside the main building I felt a sense of relief, thinking that we were nearly there and we might just make it.  But that relief was short lived.  We might have been nearly there distance wise, but there was at least 50 cast & crew filming at the entrance to the main building which has the washrooms in it.  I felt my heart sink.

A film crew member approached us with hands up saying "Please wait. There is filming in process".  Without a second of hesitation, my response was "sorry but the naked from the waist down child is about to poo" and we kept speed walking through the set.  Without stopping, the crying 5 year old with blood dripping down her leg; the naked from the waist down 2 year old; the friend and me shouting "keeping walking everyone" walked straight through the scene that was being filmed.

Before I had children I would never of dreamed of flouting such a request with such disregard.  If someone put a request to me I found it hard to deny it, even if it compromised my needs.  But something about becoming a mother changed me.  My inability to say "no" is disappearing.

I kept my eyes firmly on the door we were heading for, not daring to look around at or make eye contact with any of the entire cast and crew who we were passing as we busted through their film scene.

Again that feeling of relief started to rise in me as we got into building only to see a sign outside the Ladies' Washroom saying "closed for 15 minutes for cleaning".  There was a VERY long line of women outside the disabled toilet.  Again, my heart sank.

I did another *mama lightning reflexes assessment* of the situation and decided we had no option but to go into the Mens' Washroom.

At this point, I've experienced so many emotions that I am feeling a bit blurry as to what exactly happened as myself, the stroller, the naked from the waist down 2 year old, the crying 5 year old with blood dripping down her leg and 5 year old friend all burst into the Mens' Washroom.   I vaguely remember two men using the urinals having a sort of opened mouthed, shocked expression on their faces plus the man at the sink.  I just headed straight for a stall with the naked from the waist down 2 year.

Whilst I was in the stall supporting the 2 year old in achieving our mission's aim, of popping on the toilet, all I could hear was the two 5 year old girls having a conversation about whether someone might call the Police on me for being in the Mens' washroom. My 5 year old then proceeded to ask the men in there "are you going to call the Police on my mummy for being in the Mens' washroom?" but before they could reply, she preempted any positive response to her question by adding "I really don't think you should because my little brother was about to the poop in the Rose Garden, and the Ladies' is closed".

Luckily they all agreed that the poop emergency was a good enough reason for her mummy to being in the Mens' washroom, and promised not to call the Police on me.

Oh and in case you are wondering what movie was being filmed, I'm afraid I have purposely decided never to find out.  But I do fear we might recognize ourselves one day on one of those out-take shows charging through the scene being filmed like a woman possessed, with two 5 year olds, one of which had blood pouring down her leg and the 2 year old naked from the waist down. 


As well as being a mother to her two spirited children, Charlotte Watson is an EFT (Emotional Freedom Techniques) Practitioner working via Skype with parents all over the world.  Charlotte uses her empathetic and validating approach to help parents use their stress, overwhelm, triggers and struggles to guide where to support them in healing from the inside out using EFT.  This allows them to parent with confidence and clarity as the best versions of themselves.    

Her friends would tell you that is engaged without judgement, strong without aggression, and truthful without inflicting pain.  She is compassionate with accountability, empathetic with professionalism, and she is very effective at moving people through change to their best selves.

When she is not working with her EFT clients, Charlotte can be found exploring the beautiful outdoors of her home in British Columbia, Canada.  This includes the ski hills in the winter either skiing with her 2 children or working as a Ski Instructor specialising in teaching nervous women.

If you would like to know more about how Charlotte’s EFT Practice can support you to parent with confidence and clarity, please schedule a free 20 minute phone or Skype call  www.charlotteeft20min.youcanbook.me