The one where I talk about poop

I've been going to Curves every day to work out this week--yea me! I set my alarm for 7:10, let it snooze 2 times at 5 min's each, then get up, try to quietly find something to eat, put some work-out clothes on, read my Bible & devo if I'm alert enough, & I'm out the door. Hopefully before Neena & Chad wake up. And normally it works out so that I get my personal potty time in, as well. Yesterday I was out the door by 7:40 & it hit me that I needed to go only about 3 minutes into my 15-minute drive.

No problem; I'll be there in a few minutes.

I'm munching on my granola bar & sitting at a red light when it went from ok to real bad in about 15 seconds. I went from being a bit chilled & wearing my jacket to sweating. I literally peeled out in my mini-van pulling away from the light.

Ok; there's a Rite Aid right off the road; that'll be fine. You can make it.

Only the Rite Aid was locked. 10 minutes till opening time at 8:00.

If only there was somewhere I could hide & squat. Oh my gosh I'm gonna die. No. You'll be fine. Kroger is next door.

I raced across the parking lot, parked in the closest spot, grabbed my keys & barely shut the door. So much for even pretending there's a legitimate reason for entering the store. I had to focus everything I had on walking; my body was just fighting falling over & letting go of everything. I almost cried when I made it to the bathroom. It only took a second or two to be finished but I must have sat there for 5 minutes, just breathing, being thankful that I made it, that I didn't have an accident, that we have plumbing, for relief.

And then it hit me this morning when I almost left early without making time for that, that I couldn't live through that scenario again. It is worth making time for.