MY FRIENDS HAVE MY BACK

Last weekend I was away at a women's retreat. Four of us went a day early to set everything in motion, make our little give aways and just take some time for ourselves. When we finally called it a night, at about 1:30am, we were all exhausted and ready for slumber.

I woke up at about 8:00am and needed to use the bathroom but the bed was so comfy and warm . . . I kept dozing. All of a sudden, how could I not sense this, I really had to go, immediately. I jumped up, not remembering my weak bladder and skipped to the facility crossing my legs intently. It didn't help. I dribbled a little in my jammies. Hey, don't judge me, I've had four vaginal births and they tend to wear a ones bladder.

I washed the pj's out in the sink and shared with my bff's that I had to sneak down to the laundry to dry said jammies. I explained to them what had happened and they, of course, were very supportive and laughed hysterically at my tragic mishap.

That evening, on my pillow, there was strategically placed large package of "Depends" undergarments.

See, my friends have my back.