Thursday, February 7, 2013

Semper Ubi Sub Ubi

Semper Ubi Su Ubi

I put on my last clean pair of pants,
and loaded my sweet fella in the car.

Grocery day and we're recovering from the flu.

Everything has piled up.

It will be nice to get out of the house.

Halfway to the store, sweet fella learns the lock to his new booster seat
and unbuckles it.

I pull over and buckle him back in.
It's cold and my heinie feels...
I brush my hand across my seat...
nothing wet.
I feel the carseat...
nothing wet.
That's strange...

I get to the store.
They know us here and
they love little fella.

I put him in the basket.

I tighten the belt.

A cold blast of air as we walk across the parking lot.

My butt feels wet again.

As I walk in the store,  I brush my hand again across the seat of my pants
and I feel the huge hole across the seat.

There is some comfort in the fact that I wasn't wearing dirty underwear,
not much though, since I was wearing none.

written february 7, 2013

(based on a true story)


  1. I like it. It exudes authenticity.

  2. Thank you! I'm glad you stopped by. I appreciate the input and I have loved your recent posts!

  3. I think that if I ever wrote a fashion blog I would call it semper ubi sub ubi (although it would work as the title of a parenting blog too.)


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