Andrew and I went out for Indian food and the wine took a fast track to my bladder, so I made an urgent visit to the ladies’ room. Mid-squat, I noticed that the toilet paper dispenser was empty. Unfortunately, my brain had already sent my bladder the message to execute and so it took every muscle fiber in my body to clench back the wee so that I wouldn’t end up having to drip-dry. I hastily yanked up my leggings, shuffled to the next stall, checked to see that the dispenser was indeed full of paper and then I let down the flood gates like whoa.
Sometimes, though, we don’t catch it in time and we lose control, don’t we? I did that today when I told my ex husband to fuck right off. Three and a half minutes later, I got my shit together and wrote something much more gracious and mature but not after I made a bit of a mess.
The pelvic floor is a muscle that needs to be used if it’s ever going to get stronger. Self control is a practice, a discipline, just like any type of self care. We’re human, and so of course we will slip up from time to time but the quicker we can bounce back the less damage there will be next time.
Thank Grace that when we do lose control, someone will eventually show up in the next stall to spare us a square.