There are a lot of moments as a mom where you realize that your needs are dead last in line, if they even made the list. Like when you have to pee so bad that it makes you feel almost physically ill but you are out with your child and can't stop to go to the bathroom without leaving him in a precarious situation. Like last week at the library when I decided to treat myself to a rare bathroom break and I had to bring Jack in the stall with me. It was during this time that he learned rather quickly how to crawl under the stall and run away. It was also during this time that I had to stop mid-wee wee, flush the toilet, and run out of the bathroom with my pants halfway up my butt.
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But it is during this hurricane/rain dump known as Joaquin that I am truly reminded of the SNL Mom Jeans quote, "Because you're not a woman anymore...You're a mom!" Every time I have to run Jack out to the car he screams with delight at the little raindrops on his face. Then he positively giggles as he watches me buckle his dry little ass in and set up his Elmo screening room in the car, as I stand just outside the car getting absolutely soaked. So then everywhere we go from then on I look a drowned rat, who always has to pee. And he is dry, happy as a clam, as free to pee in his diaper.
Motherhood: No one said it was glamorous. No one said it was fair. And no one ever said that you are ever going to look remotely presentable again.
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