Be honest. Can you tell I have a problem?

You should know that I’m sharing TMI about LBL with you here today as part of a sponsored post for Socialstars and Poise Microliner. As always, all opinions and ideas are entirely my own. #PoisewithSAM

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Usually, when I talk about being a mom, it’s with much pride and joy. Most of the time, I really enjoy being a mom. I guess that’s why I have six kids. But sometimes, motherhood isn’t always easy. You see, I have problems. There’s the screaming and fighting (OH.EM.GEE…the fighting) that I deal with on a daily basis. There’s the constant dealing with issues like “I’m hungry” or “I’m bored”, especially during the summer months. And there are those things, those amazingly ridiculous things, that my children did to my body during pregnancy. That’s the ugly side of motherhood and it’s a fact of life. I’m talking about disappearing boobs, belly issues (like, holy crap, where did that extra skin come from?), and piddle problems stemming from light bladder leakage (LBL). But I don’t look like I have those problems, right?

Motherhood is rough, y’all. I want to keep up with my active lifestyle. I want to be able to play with my kids. I want to be able to giggle snort at will. I want to work out, whenever I want to work out. I want to ride bikes. I want to walk on the Seawall. I want to do all of this without fear of peeing in my pants. And I sure as heck don’t want to wear diapers to avoid the inevitable. I deal with life’s little challenges as they come along in any manner I see fit.

When my boobs disappeared after baby #2, I bought new ones. Problem solved.

When my belly sag got the best of me after baby #4, I began a daily workout routine and bought clothes to camouflage the body part I had grown to despise. Problem partially solved, but I’m still working on that.

But when I started piddling in my pants just because I giggle snorted, or waited too long, or exercised, or played too hard, I just did the walk of shame to my bedroom and changed my panties. I’m not talking full-on pee here, I’m talking piddle. Something had to be done! LBL is a common problem among women, especially moms, so there had to be SOMETHING out there to help a mom out that wasn’t a stupid adult diaper. I’m too young for that (really, I am, shush your pie hole).

Enter Poise Microliners to the rescue. No more walks of shame for me this summer. I’m going to have fun in the sun without fear of embarrassment. I’m ready, are you?

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This summer, when I head out to sit by the pool and watch the babies splash, go play at the park, go out on a ka-zillion mile bike ride (seriously B, those bike rides do NOT have to be that long), or just head out anywhere for a day of fun, I bring along all of the essentials and I don’t have to worry about a thing!

With enough sun block (and a few shots in my face), some strategically worn clothing, and a Poise Microliner in my panties (or a couple of the tiny, individually wrapped liners in my purse), no one will know I have any problems at all and I can enjoy my summer however I’d like, where ever I’d like. Comfortable and carefree! Wanna know how these super absorbent microliners work?

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Well, to start, they’re super thin as you can plainly see so they’re incredibly discreet and comfortable. No one will know it’s there. You might even forget until the LBL monster attacks. But you know what? This little tiny thing can hold a LOT of liquid and still go unnoticed.

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Don’t believe me? Proof is in the picture. I decided to SHOW you instead of just tell you so I did a little test. That’s a lot of liquid in that tiny microliner. Wait. Don’t go. That’s NOT pee (seriously, I wouldn’t do that to you, that’s just gross). I did my test with beer to prove my point. It seemed fitting since drinking alcohol (which often makes you giggle snort) is an LBL trigger for many. I poured half a can on this microliner!

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And it’s still THAT thin! Six ounces of fluid and still that thin. Amazeballs, right? If you deal with LBL on a daily basis, you’re not alone. One in three women experience light bladder leakage so there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Plus, no one has to know. No more walks of shame, no more embarrassing piddle problems. If my little experiment wasn’t enough to convince you, be sure to get your free sample and try them out yourself.

Enjoy your summer without worry this year. No more piddle problems, no more walks of shame. I’m totally ready for summer, are you?

Naked Moment: I’m Not Comfortable In My Skin

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I’m not comfortable in my skin, at all. It’s something I should deal with, but I can’t. I can’t get passed the woman I see in the mirror. The aging woman. I just…can’t.

It depresses me. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about ending it so that I can go out with a gust of glory. Then I think about B, and the kids, and I move right along. And then I remember that my gust of glory, as I look in that mirror, passed me by some years ago. Depressed.

I can’t do much about my aging face, about my sagging skin. I do all I can. I exercise. I drink plenty of water. I pay copious amounts of money, quarterly, to reverse the signs of aging, but that only masks the signs. None of this gives me the results I long for. None of that…brings me back to a place and time when I was comfortable in my skin.

It probably doesn’t help that B is 10 (oh let’s get naked…11) years my junior. He never complains about my looks. Quite the contrary, he tells me I’m beautiful, constantly. But my strolls passed the mirror, speak louder than words. I’m not pretty anymore, not on the outside anyway.

Inside? I’m gorgeous. I’m fun. I’m humorous. I’m one of the most caring, giving souls on the planet. Inside is what counts, right? Not so much to me, anymore. I can’t stop looking in that mirror. I can’t stop seeing the wrinkles. I can’t stop seeing the droopy skin. I just, well…can’t stop.

I see the droop, I see the sag, I see the ugly. I forget about the inside. And I’m sad. I’m through. I’m ready to give up more times than not. I cry often about this. That’s pitiful in itself. Is that really important? I don’t notice others’ wrinkles. I don’t judge them based on their wrinkles, nor their looks. Why do I have to judge myself so harshly?

And, then there’s my friends. My young, beautiful friends. We joke, amongst ourselves, about my age. It’s funny, right? I guess, but not so much to me. It hurts me. The jokes. At my expense. All in fun. But it hurts. Depressed.

Ladies and gentleman, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about ending it all. Just to get rid of this vision that is now my face. Not a single day. But my husband? My kids? My babies? My grandbaby? They need me. I need them, and I want to be here for them. I want to see their successes and achievements in life. I want to be here. I really do.

How do I deal with this internal battle? How do I deal with…my face? How do I…just get passed this?

I’m not comfortable in my skin, but I love my family. I want to put that thought of laying down and going to sleep, for good, out of my brain. I want to STOP seeing that sagging face in the mirror and start seeing the HEART and SOUL that is still beautiful.

How do I just get comfortable in my skin again?

Y’all, I’m so sorry for this public pity party, but I thought you should know. I play a pretty mean public social media game. In public in my “real” life, both outside of the home and in, I appear to be vibrant and happy. I want to make those around me laugh and smile. I want everyone to be happy, always. But honestly, when I’m alone, just me and my skin, I struggle in silence. There’s the naked truth.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programs. I just need to figure out a way to be comfortable in this saggy skin again. I can do this!

My life is good. I have a beautiful family, I have great friends, and I have an amazing job. Yes, I CAN do this!

So the kids are all potty-trained, now what?

You should know that I’m sharing TMI with you here today as part of a sponsored post for Socialstars and Poise Microliner. As always, all opinions and ideas are entirely my own. #SAMInYourPants

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I’ve potty trained 6 kids for pretty much my entire adult life. I literally changed diapers for about 23 years. It started the minute Bry was born 24 years ago, and ended about a year ago when I finally got Bubby to stop peeing on himself. Such is the life of a 40 (mumble) something year old mom of 6 kids from the ages of 24 down to 5. I set myself up for this actually so I can’t complain. But YAY, I’m done with diapers. I’m done with poopie pants. I’m done with worries of little people not making it to the potty on time.

But I’m not. Now I’m the little person that I have to worry about. Since they’ve all “arrived”, I find myself in a 9 line bind at times. You see, I hold “it”. I hold it WAY too long. I’ve done it my whole life. When I was little, I held it. My mom still tells stories (seriously, she needs to let it go) of me sitting on the back porch, waiting for the ice cream man, and doing the pee-pee dance as I waited. Because I was holding it. Only, I never really held it well and often peed down the porch steps. While I waited. Then I’d do the walk of shame into the house, without my ice cream, and have to change my pants. I failed.

Somewhere along life’s journey, I found a way to perfect the pee-pee dance and make it to the bathroom before I had to take that walk of shame. But then, somewhere along the way, I lost my touch. As women birth herds of children (especially if they were all 8-9+ pounders like mine were), they lose the control factor. Things, simple life events (like laughing, running through an airport, holding your pee and stuff) just don’t work anymore. And you find yourself walking that walk of shame again. It’s quite normal though and it has a name. It’s called light bladder leakage, or LBL, and SOOO many women experience this after childbirth. So I’m normal, sort of.

A recent week-long trip for a conference and meet up with my besties really challenged me, and my pee-pee dance mastery. This life skill, or lack there of, actually made its way to my Facebook wall (of shame).

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That’s right folks, I piddle in my pants at times. No, I don’t full-on pee. Stop that! I just hold it. Then I giggle snort. And oopsie…a leak…as I run (don’t walk…pee-pee dance…OMG RUN) to the bathroom. It is what it is.

With each child (have I mentioned I have a herd?) this phenomenon gets a little worse. I’m not as bad off as some, but it’s totally a thing for me, as of late anyway. On adult beverage nights, oh my stars, it’s so much worse. Don’t make me laugh too hard. Don’t make me wait too long. Just, well, don’t. I’ll piddle, and I’ll snort, which tends to make me piddle just a little bit more. Panties are expensive y’all. I don’t want to have a panty budget just because, well…pee in my pants.

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So what’s a lady (ha, ha..shush…that’s funny right there) to do? Well the answer is most assuredly not piddle in her pants just because some crazy ladies make her giggle snort constantly. Wait, have I told you about my most recent meet up with my tribe yet? If you knew them, you’d know this is NOT my fault. They’re the ones that make me piddle and I needed a solution. Badly. And I found one! I think. I hope. Because you know, panty budget is not…well…in the budget.

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Poise. They have microliners. They’re super thin and they won’t make me look like I’m wearing a diaper. Because I think I’ve made it clear. I’m over diapers. No more piddle. Well, that’s not true, but the panties won’t suffer when I hold “it” for way too long anymore. No more walk of shame. No more piddle in my panties. I’ve got this with their help and the help of some strategic daily exercise.

So, be honest, do you piddle too? It’s OK, you’re a mom, that’s what we do. It’s just light bladder leakage and it’s totally a thing. Come on over to the Poise side and save your panties. If you want to try them before you buy them, I’ve got you covered there too. Free samples anyone?

No more walks of shame y’all. NO MORE walks. of. shame!