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April 19, 2006
Things I Hate: Stepping In Pee
This past weekend the whole family was here at the house. With both parents, two daughters, and one small, spoiled child on the top floor, it was inevitable that something like this would happen.
Sometime during the middle of the night, I stumbled to the bathroom. In the hallway I thought my pinky toe felt a little wet--but I didn't think much of it. Stepping into the bathroom, my foot hit a definite puddle. A yellow puddle. Irritated, but with a bladder issue myself, I stepped onto the bathmat, next to a tiny pair of pajama bottoms--abandoned on the floor. These pajamas were sopping wet, and I reflectively hopped to the side, landing square on a pair of white-turned-yellow socks.
Still half asleep, I completed my task in the bathroom and stumbled back to bed--dealing with the puddles the next morning. Later that day, I found Janie and Jess sitting in the sunroom, happily watching the television. Our converation went like this:
Me: (Rhetorically) Whose pair of pee-soaked pajama bottoms did I find in my bathroom?
Janie: (Innocently) Were they yours?
Me: No. Who do you think they belonged to?
Janie: (Still innocently) Who do you think? Me?
Me: (Sarcastically) I don't know. What do you think?
Janie: (Looking directly at me) Were they little?
Jessica: Janie, did you pee on Aunt Jen's bathroom floor?
Janie: (Looking away) I don't remember.
Comments
Ahhh it reminds of of one of my most vivid childhood memories is when I was half asleep, I came out of my room walked through the kitchen toward he bathrrom, but for some reason I stopped at the sink, opened the door to the cupboard below it which has the trash can, and i started peeing into the trash can. (I was pretty much sleep-peeing)
My mom was sitting at the kitchen table and didn't notice at first but then after a few moments she got suspicious Or something - "Kevin? Kevin? What are you doing? KEVIN!" and then there was a lot of screaming and yelling -as if I was doing it on purpose.
So my point is - cut the kid some slack. Pee happens.
Posted by: Bastish at April 20, 2006 11:06 AM
