Bladders and Tantrums

It's not really recommended to charge out (running late due to a lost cardigan) on the school run when you are dying for a pee.

You weigh up the pros and cons of zooming into the school with the 6 year old at 9am and using the staff toilets, but decide to mainatain a semblance of dignity and wait 'til you get home again.

Walking home, you urge the 3 year old to move along at a faster pace. She spies a friend miles and miles ahead of us, then has a meltdown tantrum as they are so far way.

You count to 10 about 50 times, while trying not to pee yourself.

The tantrum builds and builds, everyone stares, you try not to pee yourself. You remind yourself that you are a grown woman of 40 and peeing yourself on the pavement while lots of other mothers walk past you, is not very dignified.

You pick up the 3 year old & carry her up a small, but very steep hill. She thinks this is a good game and what fun mummy is. You grimace and ease her away from your bladder.

After what seems like about 4 hours, but is actually only 30 minutes from when you left home, you fling open the back door, ignore the dog and charge upstairs to the bathroom. The dog charges after you, another fun game!

Bliss, bliss, bliss ...

The moral of the story is to pee before you leave the house, even if you had only gone 10 minutes beforehand.