The other night M and I were wrestling in the kitchen.
What? Don’t all married couples do this?
We playfully pushed and swatted each other as S stood giddily on the sidelines, directing M to push me here, and me to pinch him there. Finally, M suddenly grabbed me in a bear hug from behind and squeezed the living crap out of me. ALMOST LITERALLY.
That hug was (un)strategically placed, and that combined with my laughter was just not a good combination because the next thing I knew, I felt a warm gush “down there”. Horrified, I felt the slow trickle down my legs, and then, just like that, it made its exit out from under my skirt and onto the kitchen floor.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I PEED ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR.
M hopped back in terror, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Did you…. DID YOU JUST PEE?”
S covered her mouth and squealed with a mixture of disgusted delight and absolute humiliation that this was her mother: The Lady Who Pees on Kitchen Floors.
“YES I JUST PEED!” I said defiantly. “You try squeezing a kid out of your vagina and let’s see how well YOU can hold it in!”
We all kind of just stared down at it: the little puddle that shimmered mockingly back at us. It was my pee. And it was on the kitchen floor. Something was out of context here.
I grabbed the bleach and a handful of paper towels and wiped it up while M and S laughed in the background.
Look: If you can’t pee on the kitchen floor in front of your family, well then you just really haven’t gone deep enough.
~Patti
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
When They Tell You to Do Kegels, Listen
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When They Tell You to Do Kegels, Listen
2011-08-03T09:26:00-05:00
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