I’m so used to wearing maternity pants that when I went to the bathroom and tried to pull them down, I forgot that real jeans have a button and a zipper that must first be undone. I’m glad I didn’t have to go any more than I did or there would have been a puddle on the floor.
Amazingly, this incident didn’t occur until about 2 in the afternoon; nearly six hours after I put those (non-maternity!) jeans on, and it was the first moment I had a chance to “go”. Crazy how I can be home all day, in such close proximity to a toilet, yet somehow I can’t find the time to get in there until it becomes an absolute necessity (emergency?).
Due to the demands of my three beautiful children and household crap to finish, my toileting habits have begun to resemble those of a potty-training toddler; waiting and waiting until the urge becomes so intense that everything must be dropped immediately in order to make it just in time.
