I've just experienced a rather traumatic ordeal, and I thought I would share it with you.
I was driving me and my daughters, Paige and Hallie, home after holidaying in Scotland. The drive was about five hours, but thankfully the girls were sleeping through it. I had been driving for about two hours and I was getting pretty desperate for a wee, but I didn't want to disturb the kids, and I figured I could wait a while yet, so I drove straight past the service station.
Paige awoke about an hour later, when I was starting to regret my decision: I was having to keep my thighs tightly clamped together so I wouldn't pis s myself.
Paige started wriggling in her seat, and after about ten minutes she told me she had to pee. By this time, I was wriggling about myself, absolutley bursting.
The roads, which only minutes before had beenn pretty empty, were now typically chocca with traffic.
At this point I was so desperate I had to drive mostly one handed - with one hand pressed into my groin.
Paige wasn't doing me any favours either, constantly telling me she was going to wet her pants.
Finally, I saw a sign for another service station.
By the time I'd parked, I was in dire need of a toilet. I nearly wet myself just getting out of the car!
I undid the girl's seat belts and found myself staring jealously at Paige who was openly holding herself and bouncing on the spot. It's alright when you're young - all [/i]I[i] could do was cross my legs and deal with it!
The walk to the loos was excruicating - for a start, it took ages as I could only walk in tiny little steps and I was also carrying Hallie and she was banging against my bladder.
Once in the ladies, we had to wait in a queue of thirteen people. By now, it was all I could do not to pee all over the floor. It took all my energy to concentrate on holding it in.
Suddenly, it didn't feel like I had to bee so badly anymore. I looked down, horrified, thinking I must have peed myself, only to find Hallie's foot wedged between my crossed thighs.
We were down to five people in the queue and I was relaxing in the knowledge that I'd be able to hold on with the help of Hallie's foot, when she woke up and shifted. Suddenly, her foot was poking into my bladder. I felt wee starting to dribble out of me and quickly shoved her foot out of the way.
She clung to me as she woke up properly. "I need the toilet." she mumbled, and my heart sank, knowing this meant my wait would be even longer.
Eventually, a toilet became free. I dashed in, dragging Paige by the hand. I got Paige on the loo, and then allowed myself to hold myself properly with both hands. Paige finished and then it was Hallie's turn. What I hadn't counted on was that as well as needing a wee, Hallie was in need of something else as well. My legs buckled as I unbuttonedmy jeans so I could press my hands tighter against myself. I was nearly crying as Hallie frowned and strained, taking her time, my legs writhing with desperation.
"Done!" she announced at last, but I had no time to see to her; trickles of wee were dribbling onto my hands. I lifted her off the toilet with one arm and hastened to sit down. Just in time. I couldn't have stopped the pee from gushing out if I'd tried.
I've honestly never been more desperate in my life. I've definately learnt my lesson - I go to the toilet at every oppurtunity now!!
