“Ummm…honey?” called my friend’s husband from the bedroom. For a man who’s usually self assured and blokey, he sounded very unsure. He stuck his head out into the hallway, looked at her, but said nothing. Words were failing him. “I think….can you come in here for a minute?”
Last night my friend woke up to her young son tugging on her sleeve.
“I pee in bed,” came the dreaded whisper.
She felt his pants and, sure enough, they were saturated.
“Come on,” she said, dragging herself out of bed and wondering why it’s always the mums the kids wake up in the middle of the night to attend to these things and not their fathers.
She was tempted to turn the bedroom light on as she left just to wake her husband but she didn’t because, she explained to me, she’s a really nice person who wouldn’t even think of doing something as nasty as that. Besides, he didn’t handle broken sleep very well.
She showered her little man and he donned a clean set of PJ’s and they went to his room to change his sheets.
Only they didn’t feel wet.
“I don’t think you wet your bed,” she told her son.
“I didn’t,” he said.
“But you said-”
“I wet yours.”
Seems her son had slipped into Dad’s side of the bed after all. Then, when he did a little tinkle, he crept around the bed to tell her.
“Well, how about you and I just sleep together in your bed tonight,” she told her son, generously deciding to leave her husband sleeping rather than disturb his slumber.
“I don’t know how this happened,” her husband whispered to her in a very worried voice as she entered the room and he locked the door behind her, “but I think I’ve wet the bed.”
She says she graciously put him out of his misery pretty quickly, but I’m guessing it was the raucous laughter that gave her away.
When not typing away over here and checking his stats every two minutes Bruce Devereaux hangs out at his ‘BIG FAMILY little income’ Facebook Page.
’raising a family on little more than laughs’