At 5:00 this morning, I was awakened by a warm sensation spreading throughout the lower half of my body.
It was pleasant at first, until I realized I was being peed upon.
(One of the things I never knew before becoming a parent is just how many ways there are to wake a person up via bodily fluid. The possibilities are endless. Just ask my kids.)
Anyway, I got up, removed the offending child from the bed, and warned Scott not to roll over. Then I got myself and said child cleaned up, put said child back in his/her own bed, and then woke Scott up again so we could change our sheets.
We were both in a griping state of tiredness as we stripped the bed. "These kids need to learn to stay in their own beds," I may have muttered. "This is ridiculous," Scott may have answered back.
Pretty soon we were tucked back in, but the conversation continued.
"We gotta buy that one book. That book about teaching your kids to stay in bed," Scott said.
"Yeah, we do. What was it called again?" I asked.
"I can't remember," said Scott.
"Me either," I said.
"I think it was something like 'If You're Gonna Wet the Bed, Wet Your Own F*ckin' Bed'", said Scott.
And then I caught a serious case of the giggles.
I did some research on Amazon this morning. Apparently, it's actually called The Sleep Fairy. However, I like Scott's title much better, don't you?