Pee happens..... and happens..... and happens.....

You know what bugs me? Small bladders. It seems the very minute I get involved in something, I have to go answer nature’s call…. again.

I thought I had the world’s smallest bladder, until I had my daughter. She has the world’s smallest bladder. We can’t go anywhere without making a pit stop at least once an hour. And it’s not like I can get mad about it; I know it’s not because of anything she’s done. I know how she feels. It’s as though we suck in moisture through our skin from the air and turn it into pee. In some ways, it’s kind of nice to have someone else to blame the potty breaks on. Blame the stop on the kid; go while you’re waiting. I consider it one small yet glorious benefit of motherhood.