Tonight we took a family trip to Kmart (my kids call it The Big K). Kenzie had a little accident, you know the kind when you can’t hold “it” anymore and suddenly you are standing in a puddle of urine (not that this has happened to me recently). She has been trained for a while but when you are free to roam in a very large store (which I only allowed because the hubby was with me) all the rules about making sure you tell me if you have to “go pee” are off. I walked over to the restroom, which happened to be close by, grabbed lots and lots of paper towels. I figured I would clean up the urine mess. I could have politely asked for janitorial services to assist in the clean up… I didn’t. As I was finished washing the floor in The Big K, I began to walk and down I went, hard. This was not what I would call a graceful fall, if there is such a thing. It was like me body completely collapsed. My pants now wet with my daughter’s urine, my knee throbbing in pain I stand up to find that in my fall my flip flop has completely busted. I am now walking threw the store with paper towels wet with urine, pants wet with urine, a swollen knee, and one shoe. The joys of motherhood.
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