I woke up at 5am this morning to a very wet feeling on my legs. At first I just thought that the sheets were cool from the fan blowing on them. I soon realized that they were actually wet. I thought to my self, "Did I just....." I felt around the bed and the wet spot seemed to only be around my legs, but a little closer to Jamie's side of the bed. "Did she just..."
I sat up and said, "Why is the bed wet? Did you pee in the bed?" Jamie, being half asleep, looked around, and I know that she was thinking to herself, "I might have?" I was dry, she was dry, but the bed was wet. Did we have a leak in the roof? Was the window open to let the rain blow in? I was perplexed.
The wet feeling was only under the blankets not on top. This was very starnge. Was I bleeding profusely from an unknown wound in my leg? I searched for answers, but could find no cause for the wetness. I started to freak out thinking some kind of well dwelling demon had entered my bed and left it's mark. Were we visited by aliens that slime you during an abduction? Maybe the sandman had to relieve himself while stopping at our house. I had no clue what happened.
Jamie finally came out of her zombie like coma and said to me, "It might be a bottle?" First question, why is the bottle in our bed and not on the floor or table if it had liquid left in it and how much liquid was left in the bottle to make such a huge puddle in our bed? After searching for what seemed like eternity, I found the bottle. It was tucked away at the very foot of our bed and had left a trail as it made its way down. I gave Jamie the "Did you really do that" stare, but of course she could not see it in the dark. I am sure that she knew I was a little upset though. I guess that I will forgive her since she is the one that works the night shift with the baby and she is tired. I just hope that she does not start sleep walking and leaving dangerous items in the bed.
This ordeal started to concern me. Was I losing bladder control or even worse was my wife peeing on me? I know that women like to mark their territory, but sheesh, you don't have to spray me while I am asleep. I still might buy some depends anyway.
I sat up and said, "Why is the bed wet? Did you pee in the bed?" Jamie, being half asleep, looked around, and I know that she was thinking to herself, "I might have?" I was dry, she was dry, but the bed was wet. Did we have a leak in the roof? Was the window open to let the rain blow in? I was perplexed.
The wet feeling was only under the blankets not on top. This was very starnge. Was I bleeding profusely from an unknown wound in my leg? I searched for answers, but could find no cause for the wetness. I started to freak out thinking some kind of well dwelling demon had entered my bed and left it's mark. Were we visited by aliens that slime you during an abduction? Maybe the sandman had to relieve himself while stopping at our house. I had no clue what happened.
Jamie finally came out of her zombie like coma and said to me, "It might be a bottle?" First question, why is the bottle in our bed and not on the floor or table if it had liquid left in it and how much liquid was left in the bottle to make such a huge puddle in our bed? After searching for what seemed like eternity, I found the bottle. It was tucked away at the very foot of our bed and had left a trail as it made its way down. I gave Jamie the "Did you really do that" stare, but of course she could not see it in the dark. I am sure that she knew I was a little upset though. I guess that I will forgive her since she is the one that works the night shift with the baby and she is tired. I just hope that she does not start sleep walking and leaving dangerous items in the bed.
This ordeal started to concern me. Was I losing bladder control or even worse was my wife peeing on me? I know that women like to mark their territory, but sheesh, you don't have to spray me while I am asleep. I still might buy some depends anyway.
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