So why was I standing in my own bathroom peeing my pants?
I was in the middle of the most exciting, giggly game of hide-and-seek with my autistic daughter and damned if I was going to interrupt it for a bathroom break.
It was our fourth round. Fourth.
She would yell, “Run! Run! Run!” and I would chase her into the living room where she would hurl herself onto the couch face first, legs flying. We would shriek and giggle and I would tickle her crazy and run off down the hallway laughing to hide myself again.
She would pause. She would wait for a moment on the couch giving me time to hide. I could hear her slowly walking down the hall, almost tip-toeing (the good kind). I picked a different room each time. Her bedroom, The Boy’s bedroom, my bedroom. And now… the bathroom.
She was systematically searching. Like it was planned. Thoughtful. She knew to be quiet about it.
So there I was hiding behind my bathroom door trying as hard as I could to keep from completely wetting my pants. There was no stopping now. My baby girl was PLAYING.
More hysterical belly-laughing, hugs and kisses and big smiles. The giggles were priceless.
Best. Hide-and-seek. Ever.
Maybe next time I will use the potty first.