Friday, January 9, 2009

You had to know it was coming

So I have an excuse, I really do. What have I been doing the last four months that made it so difficult to blog one funny story? Well, I had heart surgery, bought a house, fixed up a house, went to Florida with my family, fixed up a house, had Christmas, and ran my little business. I've been busy okay!

*DISCLAIMER* This entry talks extensively about *cough* using the facilities. If this sort of thing offends you, you should probably stop checking my blog, but you might want to stop reading now.

So I've shared stories of nakedness, smart-alec-ness, and ketchup-ness, so you had to know a story of pants peeing-ness was coming.

Let me begin by saying, in my youth I could hold my pee forever. My dad was a road that I mean, the car didn't stop unless the gas tank was empty. Did I mention the van we had in my growing up years had two gas tanks? Yeah. So the absolute soonest you would pee would be four hours after the last stop. When I was young, seven or eight, I told my dad that I really needed to use the facilities. He did not listen, or we were in the middle of Wyoming, which is the middle of nowhere and he couldn't stop. I choose to remember it as he wouldn't stop. Anyway, I wrapped myself in a yellow blanket and peed. I remember thinking, "this will show him," like he was going to clean up the pee, right. I didn't have that kind of dad, he was old school--as in my mom took care of all things pee oriented.

Anyway, with this history being known, you will understand my thinking this one day while shopping. I was probably seven months pregnant with Mia. I was shopping for dipping chocolate so I could make my father-in-law some cashew clusters for father's day. I had been all over town and was coming up empty. At the second to last store I felt the need to relieve myself. I should also mention at this point that I HATE public restrooms. I have been called a germ-a-phobe. I'm not, I just don't like the thought of sitting where someone else has sat. Ewww it gives me the gross-out-shivers as I write about it. So with this non-public-restroom preference, and my ability to hold my pee for hours on end, I decided to hold it.

By the time I entered Winco, my last store, I had to go pretty bad. I only needed a few things so I thought I would make it. I just had to keep moving, and when I stopped I crossed my legs and danced. I made my way through the store and got to the front, and realized I could not hold it any longer. So I decide to give up and use the bathroom *shiver* You know how as soon as you make up your mind to actually go instead of hold it, your pee holding muscles go on vacation and you suddenly have to go twenty times worse than you had to go five seconds previous. This theory is proved in children needing to go to the bathroom. Brandon will be fine and dandy and as soon as he announces he has to pee, it is a race. From outside the bathroom you can hear the stomping dance that accompanies the taking off of the pants--well that's how things were shaping up.

I parked my cart by the bathroom and lifted Brandon out of the basket. I was really dancing now. We rushed into the bathroom straight to the handicap stall so there is room for all three of us, Bran, me, and my giant belly. I got into the stall and things were getting desperate. I was trying to lock the stall, which was proving to be harder than advanced calculus, when my body simply gave up and I started to pee....a lot. And either my pee holding muscles gave up from all the years of abuse, or there was a six pound baby sitting on my bladder, but I could not stop it for anything. I finally got the stall locked and ran to the toilet. I made it. I did my thing and looked for a little toilet paper to assist me in my time of need. And as if things weren't bad enough, there was not a shred to be found. At that point I was sure that God was having a slow day and needed some entertainment. While contemplating how to deal with this situation, my apparently genius son unlocked the door that I couldn't lock with a college degree, and took off running. I had no choice but to shake off, pull up my wet pants and hope to air dry. I chased him out of the stall and get him to pause so I could wash hands. We finished our shopping, and dripped our way home. Oh, if only I had the pee holding muscles of my younger years.


Becky said...

Oh Kim. You outdid yourself once again. That's really funny. I think we've all had incidents with those types of things....

Stacey said...

I can totally relate. Things just don't hold up as well the older you get, plus after having kids and being pregnant.
My issues were with morning sickness with my second and third pregnancies. The force of throwing up caused constant incidents and constantly yelling for my husband that I need new clothes! Yikes. Good think I work from home! :)

Stephanie B said...

I found right after having a baby, I would need to go to the bathroom. The moment I saw the toilet, it started coming out. Gotta love giving birth.

Abby said...

You actually finished shopping? With pee pants? That's guts. My hat's off to you.

When I was pregnant I had the bloody nose issue. I'd just be shopping in a store and it would just start gushing out and I couldn't stop it. Happened all the time. Drove me crazy.

Did the fact that your mom had to clean up pee in the car convince your dad any that he should stop more often?

Rachel K said...

So you're telling me you FINISHED shopping with pee pants? I commend you, Kim. You are awesome. I have a blog too, though it's not ever going to be as funny as yours.

Beau and Rach said...

Oh! Your kids are SO cute! Can you believe how grown up we are now? I can't sometimes. I love the story! You've always been so good at telling stories. I wish I was, it's a talent.

Reba said...

he he he . . . you finished shopping? I don't know whether to be impressed or grossed out.

Pregnancy does weird things to our bladders. I ran the half marathon last year when I was 2 weeks pregnant and set a personal record for the last mile because I had to pee so bad. Yeah, my bladder gave up at the finish line.

Megan, Maggie and Justin said...

Kim, you are a germ-a-phobe. I distinctly remember not being able to touch stair rails and being required to carry Germ-x all over the state of Texas!! Ahh, good times.

Amy said...

LOL... that is the saddest story ever! Let's just say my bladder control has gone out the window after 4 babies.

tyt said...

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ペット火葬 つくば
つくば ペット火葬
つくば ペット霊園
つくば ペット葬儀
soul source production
ベトナム シーフード
高収入 アルバイト
高収入 アルバイト
アパレル 求人
アパレル 派遣
人妻 出会い
性感マッサージ 名古屋
M性感 名古屋

Elizabeth said...

So where is the Sponge-Bran and the Mia pants?? I want to get to know these kiddos of yours!! One picture??? Ok, two? Seven? :D Hope to hear from you again soon!

Molly and Jay said...

You're funny Kim! Your stories are hilarious!