{ Chewsday innit: Part 2 }

Dis session, I was noticeably more distant from the kids than usual. I hope they didn’t take it the wrong way, but I have a legitimate reason for it.

So my stomach began feeling really messed up. It was churning like every few mins. I’d be helping the children wif the activity and we’ll be having fun. Then all of a sudden I’ll be like 30 ft away, as I’m semi-crouched and waiting for my stomach to stop making weird gassy sounds.

Dis went on a few times, and I tot I had the strength to make it to the end of the session safely.

Dat is until my digestive system had other plans…

Wat was previously air dat was causing me problems was now more solid in texture. No wait, now dat I think abt it, quite liquid-ish.

And wif like 15 mins to go, it managed to vigorously seep it’s way thru my asshole, which I was working so hard the past like 3/4 of an hour to clench. In just one, wetter than usual, passing of gas…

Immediately, without hesitation, I ran as fast as I’ve ever ran, to the nearest toilet. Thankfully it was nearby, and I managed to get there b4 it cld get any worse. Oso thankfully, there were 2 other coaches wif me dat day, so it wasn’t so obvious when I suddenly disappeared.

Straight away upon arriving in the toilet, I locked the entrance door to the whole toilet, and took off my pants to check the damage done. “Oh, shit” I said….literally.

But thru some miracle, my underwear managed to trap like, 95% of dat liquid bomb. I had never been so relief to have been wearing underwear until dat point. Those pairs were the real MVP dat day.

So I rewarded it by throwing them into the bin. Like, I ain’t keeping dat nasty shit, lol.

I spent like a good 5 mins washing the remaining lil stains of dookie off my pants. It was pretty revolting honestly 🤢. Especially when ur relying on questionably thin toilet paper and hand soap.

But somehow, it wasn’t as disgusting as I imagined it’d be (?). Like idk, I always tot the texture and smell wld be a lot worse, somehow…

…or maybe I am a fine shyt-er

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Anyways, now having washed up, and wif relatively clean pants at the expense of my underwear (I had no other pair of pants wif me at dat point), I suddenly realised hang on, I’ve still got a job to do.

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So I ran back, leaving behind the toilet in a god-forsaken state. While I was feeling pretty dishevelled, my sense of duty was overpowering. I arrived back to where the kids were, all joyously having fun wif their balloon-related activity.

One of the lil ones asked innocently, “where u go? 🥺”

Back to my caregiver mode, I smiled and giggled “oh, something popped up, haha ☺️”

Which I find amusing looking back, becos I didn’t realise it was a layered statement when I said it…

Anyways, class was abt to end by then. We did our cool down, and the children did not suspect a thing. Thankfully, I managed to stay a good role model. They do NOT need to noe abt the whole fiasco. Again, not letting the negative experience of one person ruin the mood for the rest…

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Somehow there was no personal loss of pride dat day. In fact, I was quite happy wif myself dat I managed to quickly do damage control, before returning swiftly to my responsibilities. Made me feel like abit like Spiderman, u noe?

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Yea and unfortunately, there was no high fives at the end of dat session. I’m sorry children, it’s for ur own good 😭

24.02.2026