Not the Thanksgiving story you were expecting

Well it's Thanksgiving. I should list what I am thankful for. I am thankful that I have never been surprised by a torrential downpour of urine on my head.

Oh wait. No, I can't say that...because it happened to me today.

Jojo is potty trained. It took her almost the whole five months Chris was gone, but she finally got the hang of it and is pretty reliable. But today was a little weird, being Thanksgiving. We spent most of the day at the church and there were so many exciting things going on that she forgot to go potty and I forgot to remind her. After we returned home Jojo went upstairs while I was doing something downstairs with Gracie. To give you some background, we have a very steep, open,circular staircase in between our two floors. Here's the best picture I can find of it.

 I heard a nervous voice cry, "MOM! I have to go potty!" I advised her to go to the bathroom. There was silence, then the anguished cry of a small soul who has been overpowered by her bladder--it's a sad cry of panic, embarrassment, and shame. It is quite a pitiful sound. "Mom! I'm peeing right now!"

I called out that I was coming and I rushed up to try to get her to the toilet to prevent some of the damage. But she was at the very top of the stairs, and right when I got to the bottom step, the dam burst and a whole stinky, warm, deluge of urine drenched me. I think she had not peed in some time. Perhaps a week.

I couldn't believe it. I sputtered and burst out laughing. All I could think was, "But it's Thanksgiving!" The best is that Sophie was leaving a message on Trish's cell phone so whole thing might very well be captured in audio.

Later, I told my mom what had happened and when she stopped laughing at me she said, "Well at least you have something to write about for your blog tonight." True. Another thing crossed of my stuff-I-never-would-have-put-on-my-bucket-list. This is right up there with brushing my teeth with Desitin that one time.