My panties are wet.

It has been a couple of crazy weeks. .. although I'm not sure when it isn't crazy. We had a friend come over for dinner, along with her two kiddos; we were hanging out having a great time. We decided to have the kids go outside because the weather was so perfect. As we are hanging around, Scarlett starts to do the pee dance. So, feeling very motherly, I say "Scarlett, do you have to pee?" I'm not sure what it is about this question, but the response is always "NO!" As it was in this case; with an immediate ceasefire of the pee dance. A few minutes pass; the pee dance resumes. I once again inquire as to the status of her bladder. Once again receiving a negative. A few more minutes, the dancing continues, I ask once again. However, this time she says Yes! (no way!) and starts to make for the door. I assume all is well. Then I look back over my shoulder and discover that Scarlett is dinking around. Now, I'm not exactly a patient person, but I try... except that I, by this time, have to pee because I've spent the last 15 minutes watching her have to pee.

So I yell at her to get inside and pee before she has an accident. She looks at me like I'm stupid-I somehow don't think this is the last time-when she has the accident. Yep. She pees all over the place. I make it a general rule not to yell at the kids when they have a potty accident, but, seriously?! Now she is standing in a puddle of her own making, walking toward the house. Little, wet, smelly Scarlett footprints. Making a beeline for my somewhat clean house. Uhhh...no. "ST0P!!" She wants to know why. "Because you are covered in pee!" Ok, she agrees with that. So we decide to strip. Yes. In front of everyone. We get her dress off and she is standing in her scivies and she says "Mama, my panties are wet!" Well gee, honey that's what happens when we pee our pants. I didn't bother to tell her this happens to me regularly...because after four babies, I sometimes laugh so hard a little bit of pee comes out!

This particular blog is dedicated to my Aunt Sally who was unexpectedly called home last week. She loved her girls, her grandchildren, and her husband. She loved her brother and sister, and her neices and nephews, of which I was proud to be one. We talked, laughed, and told stories. I don't regret anything-except maybe not talking to her more. She called me Sarahbear and laughed with me about my crazy kids. I loved the sound of her raspy voice. I hate that she is gone from us, but am so glad she got those extra 7 years. Love you Aunt Sal.