Based on the number of years I used to abstain from using public bathrooms for fear that I would fall in and get sucked into oblivion, you'd think that at this point I'd be wearing Depends.
In fact, I used to joke with people that at least they made french-cut ones.
But alas, even after two babies, I still have a bladder of steel. I'll make every OB-GYN happy and say it was because of the Kegels.
I can generally make it through the night without having to get up to pee. For the most part, I always have, unless I've been pregnant.
And then it's an every three-hour free-for-all in which I contribute to the depletion of the ozone by going through massive amounts of toilet paper.
So now that I'm waking up WAY too often thanks to Mr. Drew, I have to say I'm tempted by the bathroom. I guess now that I'm walking past it, the toilet beckons me.
"Come, lighten your load, my friend."
But I walk past, try to ignore the talking toilet, and go back to sleep. Except then I really have to go.
And that just sucks.
I'm hoping this is the downfall of my elite bladder. Because I don't have too many things to brag about these days.
On a separate note, I need help with Drew's costume. I was thinking BLUE TIGHTS, a hoodie with yellow felt buttons, and a sock cap (where can I find this people?). Does that sound lame or cute?
And I'd love to hear your thoughts on the whole Deceptively Delicious Debacle. You know. Adding veggies secretly into our kids food will all surely send us to HELL!