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!

Tolerate my worst, celebrate my best, or take a hike!

“I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” ~Marilyn Monroe

I’ve always loved that quote because it holds so true in so many situations/relationships in life. I mean, we all have bad days. People can choose to love us, or hate us, during the rough times and the good. If they choose to hate us during those times for whatever reason, then we really don’t need them in our lives, right?


Lately, I’ve been surrounding myself with only positive people. That’s not to say that I don’t have negative people in my life. I really think that can’t be avoided at some level. I mean there’s one on every corner, kind of like gas stations. People surface in your life, they’ll show their support or their “ugly”, and it’s our decision whether to allow those situations or relationships to stay in our lives, or not.

I choose to shed myself of the negativity. I choose to embrace my impatience, my insecurities, my mistakes, my strengths, and my successes for they are my own and they make me who I am.

My family, my true friends, and my co-workers…they choose to accept me at my worst, and embrace and raise me up at my best. This people, is a magical thing. Yes, I’m surrounding myself with positivity and it’s nothing but roses and happiness for me and my future.

Haters gonna hate. So to those of you that can’t handle me at my worst, or celebrate me at my best, you sure as hell don’t deserve me in either case. To those of you that support me no matter what? I am eternally grateful that you tolerate me during my bad times, and choose to celebrate the good ones with me.

I Crave the Rose, So I’ll Face the Thorns

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Yes. That quote speaks volumes to me about my life, and my fears. All my life, I’ve been afraid. Afraid to grasp the thorns for fear of pain or rejection.

But how could I ever expect to smell sweet success, the roses, either personally or professionally without the pain? I guess I was afraid to find out. Fear. That’s been the barrier for me.

I’m no longer afraid of the pain. It’s a fact of life. I can face the pain of the thorns knowing that I’ll smell the roses when I face my fears.

I’m grasping the thorns because I crave the rose.