I am Mortified!

I don't know if I can ever show my face there again!

I had the absolute most mortifying experience today at the library. My sweet cheeked potty training two year old ran off for a minute while I was grabbing some books and as I was looking for him I heard this cry, "Help me, Mama." I found him in the very back corner with a very worried expression on his face. As I picked him up I felt his pants were wet and when I looked down I saw his shoe was caked with poop. He had an accident. And there was poop on the floor! All I had with me was just a grocery bag in my pocket so I quickly yanked off his shoe and stuffed everything in the bag just as he was beginning to cry, then I dropped my books and rushed out of there as fast I as I could, bag of hot poop in hand. In my hurry think I left my brain behind. I simply could not think rationally, I was so embarrassed and Huggy cried the whole two block walk home. After I got Giovanni all cleaned up and down for a nap I called my mom and told her what happened. I was so racked with guilt for not finding a librarian and notifying them of what happened before dashing out of there I needed some direction. She laughed at me and told me how irresponsible I was for leaving the scene of the crime and that I needed to make it right. She was right and I knew that but for some reason (humiliation?) I needed to laugh about it with someone first before I could confront it. So I called the library and talked to a sweet woman who let me know that "it's okay" and "these things happen" and "we'll take care of it." She was so nice, I still feel horrible but not as bad now.