I Hate To Go

Not where... what.

No, I mean, I'm not going anywhere. What I'm saying is I hate to take the time to go.

You know, #1. Tinkle. Pee.

If pee makes you squeamish, now would be a good time to click on a different post. Just sayin'. Hey, we all do it and it doesn't embarrass me, but I thought I'd warn you.

I cannot tell you how many times a day I find myself in the middle of doing something and that feeling creeps in. Instead of getting up or stopping what I'm doing, I hold it. I try to wait just a little bit longer. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it. I put it off and put it off. Then all of a sudden I REALLY have to go. Then I'm doing the pee dance. Yeah, the same one your four year old does. I'm just more mature about it. Ahem.

Why? Because it's a time interruption and it's annoying. Ridiculous, I know. But there it is.

I have to stop what I'm doing, go to the nearest bathroom, deal with belts, pants, or whatever clothes, (God forbid I'm out somewhere and have to use the public ones, then add in seat liners and squat & hovers), hand washing and then hand lotion. Yes, hand lotion. It's a major minor addiction of mine. Washing my hands and then not having it is akin to other people and their fingernails on a chalk board. Don't laugh. And you know we always seem to be getting just *that close* to the end of the TP roll, so then I have to go get another to stock the bathroom with. Yes, I'm ocd about having an extra roll of TP in the bathroom. Add it to my list of issues. I know, if you're still reading, you're just shaking your head right now.

And no, I'm not diabetic and I don't have a bladder infection. But I do pee. A lot. Keep reading...

See, I believe in hydration. Which is to say that I believe too many of us run around dehydrated. I do not. I drink water. Lots and lots of water. All day long. I go nowhere without my water bottle. Water, water, everywhere water. And coffee. But only in the morning. And only a cup. Or two.

I also work out a lot, which makes me drink more water. And that makes me pee more. More annoying interruptions in my day.

I've also given birth. One time is all it takes to wreck your bladder for life. I remember being a teenager. I'd pee when I got up and then I'd be lucky to go again before 5pm. I had a bladder of steel. And I was proud of it. Have a baby sit on it for a few months and it turns to mush. Permanently. Hey, at least it doesn't leak. It just seems to have... shrunk. And weakened.

Needless to say, most of what goes in must come out = trips to the bathroom. But not until after I've put it off and done the pee dance, of course. Sigh.

See, it's not just me!

All pictures courtesy of Pinterest. With no link backs. Sorry.

Happy Weekend!

***Ally
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