We need a potty!

My fellow females can relate to this post. When we realize we need to use the privvy and there is none, we start to panic. "How long can I go before the situation becomes dire?" At what point do I need to start scoping out a location to pop a squat. Dudes, on the other hand, just go. They barely make an attempt to conceal it. Off the patio with the dogs, between parked cars anywhere, in the middle of a field...all the world is a potential potty to them. It's different for us. We have to consider "squat saftey". Where can we lower our bums and not be "discovered" be it by critters, poison ivy (been there done that and it is not pretty) or onlookers. We have to squat and hover over a chosen spot and then pray we don't tinkle on our shoes, back of our pants, tails of our shirts...which way is it going to run? So many considerations for us girls!

At the farm, same! I luckily don't have to tinkle much because it is usually so hot and I sweat so much. However, an occasional rumble in the tummy has sent me packing back home for a spell. Boys on the other hand...argh, wherever when ever. I was having a conversation with Rob and he just turned his back, and peed while we chatted. In the middle of the field, no inhibitions or considerations. Seriously, it must be nice! No toilet paper needed.

I get my best "Reluctant Farmer" material when we take our breaks under the lone tree in the middle of the property. There are a lot of rich conversations that happen on that bench. Most I can't capture because he would be on to me. This one, however, is classic! To quote Rob, "pee standing up, it's great, you should try it!".