A living nightmare.
I get up several times during the night to potty. Last night was no different. In fact, last night all my dreams were "tinkle dreams". You know. Dreams where either you really have to go and there are no available potties, or you actually tinkle in your dream. A lot. So I was having both and I really needed to go.
Usually I pretty much sleepwalk the 40 steps to the bathroom. Feeling and stumbling my way, hoping not to step on the cat or one of her "presents". Dead or alive. Blech.
I do turn on lights though. Not that I can see with my eyes all squinty - but just in case. Of the aforementioned blech.
Anyway, this was a regular trip. Nothing exciting. Until the event.
I reach for the toilet paper, having to turn the roll to catch the loose end, and.... well, there it was. Yes, waiting for me.
The thing I hate the most, perched on the thing I needed most at that moment. Well, actually, now that I think about it, the thing I needed most was something to kill the cockroach with.
Because the damn cat wouldn't.
Usually I pretty much sleepwalk the 40 steps to the bathroom. Feeling and stumbling my way, hoping not to step on the cat or one of her "presents". Dead or alive. Blech.
I do turn on lights though. Not that I can see with my eyes all squinty - but just in case. Of the aforementioned blech.
Anyway, this was a regular trip. Nothing exciting. Until the event.
I reach for the toilet paper, having to turn the roll to catch the loose end, and.... well, there it was. Yes, waiting for me.
The thing I hate the most, perched on the thing I needed most at that moment. Well, actually, now that I think about it, the thing I needed most was something to kill the cockroach with.
Because the damn cat wouldn't.
posted by Queen of the Universe @ 8:48 AM
1 Comments:
At 3:54 PM,
Anonymous said…
I would have peed in my pants. Well, maybe it's a good thing you were on the potty...
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