Hot Potty

A few weeks ago, my daughter asked when I would write my next post. I think I mentioned I would be posting once a week. That did not happen. Life got in the way. Sometimes the curve balls, the fastballs, hell, the regular balls through you for a loop and before you know it, you have a full count. It’s messy like that. Life, that is.

Back in 2000 (said in that voice that dates me), we went to visit college friends in NJ whose daughter was born around the same time as our daughter. It was such a nice time. Both of us, young couples, with our first babies, fresh into the world with no clue about anything. We held them up, compared notes, took pictures and promised to keep visiting each other. Goodbyes were said and off we went with our baby heading back to NY. And then it happened. I felt flushed, got a stomachache and that old familiar feeling. Bathroom needed now. As usual, Dave was supportive and tried to figure out where I could…go. But what someone without UC does not know is that someone with UC does not have the luxury of time. No holding it. No I will wait for a suitable location. It’s , Jesus take the wheel and I will go anywhere that is preferably not in our car.

Just so happens, we passed a construction site port a potty. He said, “Here”? . Yup, done deal. OH, I should mention it was summertime and the outside temp was about 90 degrees. You can only imagine the temp inside the potty. The term ‘I could fry an egg on the pavement’ was an understatement. Sweating, but with no choice, in I went. I think I remember talking to Dave the whole time. Just another reason why I love him. I can still picture in my mind the blue glow of the thick plastic shell as I tried to get things done and get out of there. It wasn’t pretty but it worked.

Life is hot. It’s messy. It is full of things that test you and make you rethink your solution that you swear was perfect the day before. But when you are in (or on) a hot potty, just breathe and remember that it’s okay. Or if it isn’t then, it will be.