
I now have to position myself just right, which is never just straight ahead, so that I can get a successful wipe. FINALLY!! I have enough tiny strips of paper, I can wad them up together and use that. Finally! There it is! I give it a gentle tug and it gives me a whole 2 square length.

I then try to get toilet paper out of the thingie and of course I have to spin the giant roll of "John Wayne" paper 3 or 4 times to find the end. So I think to myself "just sit still and you won't touch anything." Well, so much for that idea, because the people who put this death trap together have put the toilet paper thingie so close to the toilet that my knee is touching it! Ugh, great. Now, I am no supermodel, but come on! This is rediculous! I sit down and my sides are literally about half an inch from the walls of the stall. So, I send Syd just outside our stall door so I can try to use this coffin sized box of a stall myself. Even if I don't feel like I need to, I will try just so I don't have to do this all again in an hour. Oh, but we're not done yet! No way am I giving up this stall without going myself. When she's done, I once again finagle myself in the tightest place imaginable and get her uniform back in place. We both squeeze in and I finagle my self around to where I can get her uniform undone so she can go. All the while Syd is holding herself, doing the pee-pee dance and tugging at me, "Mom! I gotta go now!!!"Īt last we get our chance to use a stall.

And as we are waiting we are being blasted with hairspray from cheerleaders who are yet to perform, and their moms who are franticly trying to get ALL of their hair up and curled just right. So after our long battle with "excuse me, excuse me, coming through, excuse me" we now have to wait in the longest line ever to get into one of the 6 stalls provided in the facility. Now I don't know about your kids, but my daughter will not tell me she needs to "go" until she absolutely can't hold it any longer. After we fight our way through the masses of cheer moms and dads, cause let's face it we're the only "fans" who come to these things, we finally make our way to the bathroom. So, an hour or so passes and now we need a potty break. So, after my kid takes about 3 drinks from her massive soda, and eats about 3 chips with "dip" on them, she's done. But, we are here for another 4 hours at least, and what are you to do. Oh, great, now I get to spend $3.00 on a drink that doesn't even come with a lid for my 6yr old and her WHITE uniform, and $5.00 for nachos where the cheese is pumped from a historic pumping device that no doubt has NEVER been cleaned. It's all great fun and of course my kid wants food from the consession stand. performing, watching the other squads perform, looking at the other squads uniforms and tacky make-up, and pointing out things other squads do that we could incorporate to make ours better. We always enjoy ourselves at the competitions. This coming weekend we will be in Little Rock, and then in 2 weeks we will go to Nashville for our final competition of the season.

Just this season we've been to Branson, Hot Springs, Tunica, and South Haven. Syd is on an all-star cheerleading squad and we travel.
