The Gym

Yesterday E and I went the the gym. Gasp. My lazy butt actually went to the gym. Look out your window, there has to be pigs flying.

We took the kids because they have a kid center while you work out and I felt OK about leaving them there, especially because I knew we weren't going to be there that long, because you know, me and they gym are not BFF yet.
L was hesitant at first because it was new and he was not sure about the us leaving part. I assured him R would be right there with him and he would be fine.

As soon as E and I were done we went together to pick up the kids, as we reached the door I heard a page Mrs. Tuesday to the Kid center. I thought L was having a mini breakdown.
No, he just peed his pants. WTF? He has been potty trained for a year and a half and now pees in his pants? He went to the bathroom right before we left the house and he has access to a bathroom.

This is not a new one, on the 3rd of July while we were gathered to watch fireworks in a big park, he told us he had to go to the bathroom. I asked him if he could hold it (it had only been about 2 hours since he last went) he said now and then proceeded to pee himself in front of us and all the other firework lovers. I was embarrassed of him. I was embarrassed for him.

I have no idea what sparked this recent urine fest, and no idea what to do about it.
I have learned one lesson through all of this though, leave a change of clothes in the car at all times and that girl at the kid center is so judging me.