I'm mortified you guys. I've had a little diarrhea for a few days but, nothing much. Not aching stomach, no gurgling..just runny sh*t.

So I'm getting undressed to get in the shower and I got to let out a tiny silent fart

but, I highly under estimated this fart..it wasn't a fart at all! I pause for a moment trying to process what happened then turn at look at the ground and sure enough, I sh*t on the floor! Tiny splatter on my poor slippers, the back of my feet...

I've never felt so mortified, especially in a room I'm alone in! 😭😭😭

To make things worse..I go for toilet paper and there is none! Why am I so surprised..no one in my house replaces toilet!

So now I'm left butt naked cleaning up with the floor towel and praying to all the gods that my spouse doesn't come in yet because he comes and sits to talk with me every single shower. He is sweet like that.

I have this mortifying secret cause I can not bring myself to tell my spouse and my sister would just share it with her husband.

Yall...is this what 30s after kids is like or am I just trying to find a reason to feel a little better about myself 😂😂😂😭😭😭

I'll never know if it smelled awful when he finally did come in cause he'd never make me feel embarrassed since I'm so private in the first place 😭😂