Camping Tale : Poo and Ponder

Written by on July 26, 2009 in BLOG, The Drivers - 8 Comments

On our fourth and final morning I took the 3 year old to the toilet.  Because the campsite was full there was a queue for the washing up, a queue for the showers and a queue for the toilets.  Luckily there was another toilet that not everyone was aware of so I took him in there … feeling a tad smug.

A wee, turned into a poo.  The 5 year old likes to ‘poo and go’.  The 3 year old unfortunately likes to ‘poo and chat’, ‘poo and ponder’, ‘poo and sing’ … all in one sitting.  I was aware that the husband was making bacon butties and eggy bread and didn’t want to miss out. I felt anxious as we launched into our 3rd round of ‘The Wheels on the Bus’.

My boy cannot be rushed.  After our sing song he wanted to discuss the fact that I was taller than him, that he didn’t want to go home, whether he was going to pre-school or not that day, that he liked me and whether he could watch Wallace and Gromit when we got home.

When he announced that he’d finished I was delighted … I could taste the bacon sandwich that I would shortly be stuffing into my mouth.

It was then that I discovered to my horror that there was only one solitary sheet of toilet paper left.

I considered my options.  Could I run next door past the queue of ladies with their ‘early morning camping bladder’ and demand toilet paper whilst hoping that no one entered the single toilet with my 3 year old bent over zealously waving his bottom in the air?  No.  I checked my pockets for emergency tissues.  None.  Could we wait till we got back to the tent where there was an abundance of wipes and tissues.  No, it wasn’t that sort of poo … if you get me

So I can now testify that in moments of extreme toilet paper loss you can fold a piece of toilet paper 4 times and still have a clean bottom.

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8 Comments on "Camping Tale : Poo and Ponder"

  1. Alison July 30, 2009 at 2:37 am · Reply

    OMG. Going camping tomorrow for first time ever with 4yo and 18mnth. Worried? Note to self… pack extra loo roll!

  2. audreyhorne July 29, 2009 at 9:27 am · Reply

    Didn’t you have any long Co-op receipts with you? I thought you would have learnt your lesson by now… :)

  3. Jo Beaufoix July 27, 2009 at 6:04 am · Reply

    Hee hee, hilarious. And I’ve done what Tara has too. We Mummies are a talented bunch.

  4. SandyCalico July 27, 2009 at 5:46 am · Reply

    Did you learn extreme toilet paper folding in the Girl Guides?!

  5. WOB July 27, 2009 at 2:08 am · Reply

    ohh no i am realing in horror…this is the exact reason why i point blank refuse to go camping with my lot, we go through about 12 toilet rolls a week and i just couldn’t cope with those communal toilets, your a braver woman than me :) x

  6. Mwa July 26, 2009 at 3:21 pm · Reply

    How very resourceful!

  7. Tara@Sticky Fingers July 26, 2009 at 1:47 pm · Reply

    Aye aye aye. I hate to say it, but I’ve been in a similar situation and (I can’t believe I am admitting to this) I resorted to taking her pants off and using them as a wipe, threw them in the sanitary bin and daughter had to go commando for the rest of the afternoon (she was wearing jeans, so saved everso slightly there!)

  8. Mizzzpink July 26, 2009 at 12:53 pm · Reply

    Had me laughing out loud as usuall but it is handy to know the capacity of a single sheet in a poo emergency!!

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