It start out as everyday, one leg at a time. A few trips in the car and a few trips to the restroom. That evening, there was a longer, louder trip in the car to a far destination that smelled funny. Spent some time in a cold enclosed building with great smelling food and girlie laughter. There was a time that night I felt like I was on fire but it was just the heat coming from the heating lamp. There was strange noises coming from animals and shocking stories coming from the mouths of women. I was just thinking about how thrilled I was not having any food spilled or any animal poop on me when I was rusted to another room of silence. Then I noticed all the laughter and wetness, true warmth in the chilly night but very uncomfortable.
Thanks Heidi for the rescue and reassurance that it happens to others.
Tip of the day: for those who have had children, do not hold it!
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First of all: You're welcome! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd second: I've said it before and I'll say it again- The sign of a good time is wetting your pants. It's all good! I remember my mom packing extra undies for me when I went to play at certain friends houses.
It's a compliment really. :)