Back To School Bonanza Guest Post #1: Kimberly

Today is the first day of school.  This is the week where all the jobs I do are officially in full swing and operating all at the same time.

People?  I am busy.  And to help me with this out of control busyness that is my world, I have recruited some of my most favorite bloggers in the whole wide world to come in and babysit Sluiter Nation twice a week this month.

First up is my great friend, Kimberly.  I don't even know how to describe Kim to you except that she is the funniest Canadian ever (I know, I know...there are LOTS of funny Canadians...she still wins)!  She also has some sweet gold pants and loves everything Chuck Norris.  And?  She is a PPD/A survivor too!  She makes me laugh every single day on her blog, All Work and No Play Make Momma Go Something Something... She has written hilarious and extremely poignant posts about her life as a PPD Momma and as the Momma of a sweet little boy.  She is also a wonderful friend.  You can follower her on twitter, but before you do that, please read this hilarious post about how she?  Was a total trendsetter way back in kindergarten.

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I was so excited when I got an email from my dear friend Katie asking me to do a guest post on her blog, that my socks literally flew off my feet. I know, you're thinking "Kim, did that really happen?" and my answer is yes. Yes it did. Here's the proof:

Katie had asked if I could share one of my favourite childhood memories of school and the first one that came to mind was the day I, the 5 year old kindergarten Kimberly, became a trend setter.

The first few weeks of kindergarten were a bit of a culture shock for me. I went from being a very boisterous outgoing star of my little world to being one terribly shy 5 year old. Like so terribly shy that I was too afraid to ask if I could use the potty. There were many days that I left school walking in tightly calculated steps praying that my bladder wouldn't explode down my leg and ruin my Rainbow Brite running shoes and dear God. Save. the Rainbow Brite shoes. They were awesome.

 I digress...

Every morning, we started our routine with singing the national anthem. On this particular morning, my tiny 5 year old will power to contain almost torturous levels of urine dissipated as I stood up. Immediately, I knew that I was in serious trouble.  

I contemplated raising my hand and asking to use the potty but there was no time for that.  My bladder was ready to bust at the seams and I couldn't wait long enough for the teacher to notice my desperate waving hand. 

In a panic, I came up with a plan...if I just peed a little bit, like just enough to ease the pain, I could hold off using the bathroom until the big hand was touching the 8 and the little hand was touching the 12...group potty break time.  

So there I was, standing proudly at attention, singing my heart and soul out while trying to inconspicuously release just a teenie bit of urine. As I looked down in slight relief as the urine trickled down my pants, I noticed that my trickle had made my pants appear that they were magically springing a very obvious and large leak that I couldn't stop. I frantically began un-tucking my shirt to hide the evidence when I heard Nathan shout aloud:

"She's pee peeing in her pants!"

I like to think that at that exact moment the record playing the outdated version of "Oh Canada" screeched to a halt as 20 something curious 5 year old necks snapped in my direction.  In case peeing my pants wasn't embarrassing enough, they kicked up the "I wanna just dig a hole, crawl in it and die" factor to a whole other level when they started chanting in unison...through giggles...

"Kim is peeing. Kim is peeing."

Chanted. In. Perfect. Unison. It was like they knew that this was going to happen all along so they had strategically rehearsed it in someones tree house with the aide of a real singing coach to help them precisely master the embarrassment level.

The timing, the pitch, everything was that perfect.

What transpired next was a whirlwind of finger pointing, slipping and sloshing, screaming, and tears, lots and lots of tears while the teacher tried her best to drag me to the safety of the bathroom. By then, it was too late. My tiny 5 year old bladder was already emptied onto the kindergarten floor. I was sent home that day in soggy pants and my dignity jammed into my Popples backpack.

The next morning, against my wishes to stay at home, I walked in to the classroom with my head bowed down in defeat and a bladder that was thankfully emptied. As the anthem chimed in the background, I stood up and started to choke through "Oh Canada" when I heard  Nathan shout out loud

"Adrian's peeing! Adrian's peeing"

I looked over and sure enough, not only was he peeing, but so was Sarah T and Julie and Darcy. Before I knew it almost all the kids had unloaded their bladders on the classroom floor while our poor dear teacher was yelling in hysterics begging us all to stop and go to the bathroom.

That day my friends, is when I, Kimberly Pee Pee Pants went down in infamy as a trend setter. Dear Sacred Heart Kindergarten Teachers, You are welcome. 

Thanks again Katie for giving me this wonderful opportunity. I had lots of fun rekindling old school memories! I wish you much luck starting this school year!!