Inside one mom’s quest to stop wetting her pants.
Confession: I wet my pants. I pee a little when I’m running to catch up with my speedy toddler. I pee a little when I sneeze. Or laugh too hard. And I cannot go near a bouncy house or a trampoline park—they’re my worst nightmare.
I was never a bed-wetter. I never had accidents as a kid. I was NOT the kid who smelled like pee. In fact, everything was fine until I gave birth to my kids. Maybe it’s supposed to be a cosmic lesson in empathy, that when your kids are soiling themselves in diapers, you can’t jump over a puddle or run to catch a train without peeing a little on yourself. I don’t want to be the mom who has to cut in front of my potty training toddler in the bathroom line, chirping, “Mommy first! Then you get to go!”
Click below to read the full blog post from Woman’s Day magazine/Oct 10, 2017
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