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Tuesday, July 01, 2014

When You Have A Son

If you are raising, or have raised, a boy, you just might have a story like this to tell one day.

It was about 10:45 at night. Joe had gone to bed about 10 minutes earlier. I was in the living room, on my laptop answering emails when I heard footsteps coming downstairs. 

I thought it was Kayla wanting water, but the fridge door didn't open, she doesn't say anything, and the footsteps go to the pantry. 

I briefly worried that she was going to open the door to the garage and the alarm would go off. 

I stood up and heard some rustling noise and saw a head by the shelf so then I thought she was confused and getting cereal.
As I took a couple steps toward the pantry I realized it was Lucas. 

I went to stand next to him to see, and ask, what he was doing. When I got next to him that's when I discovered exactly what he was doing. 

He was peeing in the trash can. 

Yes, he emptied that water bottle he drank on the way home from the water park (I knew that was a mistake!) into the trash can.

He peed, and peed, and peed, into the trash can. 

All I could do was laugh, then cry because I was laughing so hard, then laugh some more. And be thankful that at least he managed to aim and hit the trash can w/minimal light from the living room. 

I had to go wake Joe up to tell him what was going on. He heard my laugh/cry and it startled him awake, "What?! What is it? What's wrong!?"

I managed to blurt out that everything was fine, that I was laughing. In between breaths I managed to get out, "Lucas just came downstairs and he's now in the pantry peeing! in! the! trashcan!"

He had never done that before, so I felt it was a milestone worth of waking Joe up for.

When I tucked Lucas back to bed I told said, laughing again, "Lucas, you just peed in the trash can!"

He looked at me like I was the crazy one.

So who has a peeing-in-weird-places-in-the-middle-of-the-night stories to share?

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Michelle said...

Our oldest did it in the cupboard where the pots & pans are stored one night! So funny!

Anonymous said...

My Grandmother loves to tell the story of my Father peeing in an ashtray one night! Apparently some things don't change since it happened in the late '50s.

Sabrina Steyling said...

So was he sleepwalking when he did it and honestly didn't realize what he was doing or did he just play dumb?

Bailey's Leaf said...

I woke up with my mother screaming at me. I was 12. I was standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open. I was peeing on the floor. Oops.

K woke up one night. She needed to use the bathroom. She was obviously still actually sleeping when I found her. She had dropped her drawers and started bending to sit-- in the middle of the hall. "No! No! No! That's not the bathroom!" I got her pants up and to the bathroom before the floor was flooded. She still laughs about it to this day.