I have this mental checklist that I go through in a split second while I'm taking care of business; did I take my pants off? Did I take my underwear off? Am I actually on the toilet or is this a dream? Is everything making it inside the toilet?
Because every single one of those things have happened to me.
I hate it.
What should be a pleasant experience that leaves me feeling relieved has been turned into a pure panic room experience.
I feel like I've been robbed. And this panic is a pretty recent phenomenon even though it's been a couple of years since any of the aforementioned incidences.
And going #1 used to be my #2 favorite feeling after sneezing.
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and just wait until your kegel muscles officially lose it.
I'm curious about those last two incidents. Hopefully they occured in the comfort of your own home, otherwise - ew.
did you pee the bed?
*giggle*snort*giggle*
twice this week I've sat on the toilet with my pants on, yes twice, luckily I caught myself both times. Both times I flashed back to our Enclave days and had to smile!
i think about if I have my pants on all the time!
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