One of the things that I had 'worried' about before we were coming over, was using public toilets. "Why" you may ask? If you live here or have visited before than you are probably snickering to yourself right now and understand my legitimate concerns. However, if your travels have not taken you this far or even to a place with similar sanitation systems, then let me educate you and tell you a bit of our experience.
Standard Eastern toilets are known as squat pots and although you can find Western style toilets in many places, there are still quite a few places with only a hole in the ground. Therefore, one has to literally squat down to do your business. While I have read that this is easier for your body to expel the necessary items, this western girl much prefers her trained method of sitting on a pot or at least hovering over one. I fooled myself to think it more useful since I would not be sitting anyway but it seems the aim of those living here might be quite as bad as mine so the floor itself can be quite disgusting. As an added bonus, because the plumbing systems are so old, toilet paper is to be thrown in a near by trash can. Oh and by toilet paper, I mean the tissues that you must carry at all times because 93% (yes that is a scientific proven number) of the public bathrooms do not provide toilet paper.
By this point you probably have a nice G rated mental picture of me (or yourself even) attempting to use the facilities. All in all, it is really not preferred but it's still manageable.
For myself.
Now I would like you to add to the mental picture a 3 and a half year old and a 1 and a half year old. Fortunately, this is a rare occurrence to have both with me but when I do, it's a NIGHTMARE come true.
On one particular occasion, were were eating at McDonalds (now pick your jaw up off the floor and stop judging as I will explain myself in a later blog). As you might imagine, the bathrooms were not the prettiest but we were a LONG way from home. Helaina, bless her heart, was excited at the fact that she finally got to use 'the hole one'. I literally suspended her in the air part of the time and held her by her arms so she could squat without falling in the rest of the time. Simultaneously I used my backside to keep Indigo from climbing the stair leading to the toilet all the while praying that nobody would fall in. My gag reflexes instinctively started the activation process. It may have been the recently ingested fare, the smells, or that Indi was placing both her hands all over the stairs to thwart my efforts. Whatever it was, I prevailed and DID NOT make this situation 10x worse than it already was by vomiting.
I got Helaina situated and now it was my turn. I was able to restrain Indigo's arms from touching me or anything else during the process. Thankfully Helaina minded me, stayed put and did not touch anything. She did however, decide to yell out anatomical observations about mommy. I have never been so glad to be in a place where English is a second language and even more grateful that the place we were at was unlikely to have anyone in ear shot that understood what she was saying.
Lord, I am so grateful for hand sanitizer! (or han-a-tizer as my nephew,Vegas, call it)
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