I need to pee so bad, but you have me fixing your kitchen drawer. You tell me I can't use the restroom until this is completed and doesn't stay open anymore. I whine about how bad I have to go. I even beg you to please let me pee. You still don't care. I start working more quickly as I continuously grab my crotch area trying to hold it in. I even start swaying to try and keep my mind off of it. I have to go or we're gonna have a problem. I finish the drawer and ask again to use the restroom. You tell me the job isn't done yet. I still need to put the items that were in there originally back in an organized fashion, then I have permission to go.m I can't hold it anymore. I start peeing all over my new jean shorts creating a huge puddle in the kitchen. I'm so embarrassed, but at least the job is done even if my jean shorts and feet and kitchen are soaked in my pee. Next time, I'll remember to go before we start a projectv