Don't ask

I haven't slept well in about a month. The reasons are simple-I have three kids and my husband and I have connected much lately. First I was sick with pleurisy and he had a sinus infection, then he had two molars pulled, then I got my period. So let's just say snuggle time is down to a minimum. I thought I would do ok last night, we both fell asleep pretty quickly and I don't think either of us was snoring. Then came the teeny voice over the baby monitor. "Moooooommmmyyyyyyyyy...........................Moooooommmmmmmyyyyy......." It wasn't the usual, but I still knew what it meant. I looked at the clock. 2:40 a.m. I went down the hall and Megan explained very matter-of-factly that she had "tinkled in my bed." Thankfully somehow the way she was curled up, none of the blankets or the dozen stuffed animals got it this time. So, I stripped her bottoms off and carried her to the potty. At this point, I knew I had to go also, but my husband was on his way down the hall and I thought I would just change the sheet on her bed, then I would go use the bathroom and come back. Before I knew it, Mommy had tinkled in her underwear. Seriously. I am 32 years old and I have no bladder control. I guess it happens with having children. Megan was born by cesarean so apparently that just did me in after two vaginal births. So of course, I slip off my panties and throw them in the laundry and sneak back to our room to put clean ones on. Just as I locate a pair in the drawer, my husband walks in and just looks at me. "Don't ask," I tell him.