There isn’t anything to be ashamed about when it comes to peeing, except if you call it urinating and then it’s just weird.
The reason I mention the whole pee thing is that the other day I was peeing.
Let me back track for a second. My bathroom is above the water pipes. Duh, I know, seems obvious right? Okay, but the pipes aren’t insulated so if the water is running somewhere else in the house I can hear it in the bathroom.
Not horribly loud but loud enough that if I am peeing I can’t tell when I am finished. The other day, when I was peeing, I sat there an extra five minutes because the sprinkler was on and I didn’t know if the sound was from me or the water running through the pipes. I didn’t even have anything to read.
Who can’t tell when they are finished peeing? Who needs sound cues, or the lack of sound, to know that they have emptied their bladder.
Apparently I do.
This morning I woke up early because I had to pee. I hate when that happens because I only had about 45 minutes before my alarm went off and I had to get up. If I got up to pee it was a sure bet I was not going to be able to get back to sleep for those 43 minutes.
I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but it wasn’t happening. If your bladder is all “Hey, wake up, you’re going to be sleeping in the wet spot soon”, you need to listen. So I got up and peed.
But, I didn’t flush. I know, some people think that’s gross but I didn’t want to wake anyone up. The morning is the only time when it is quiet. The phone isn’t ringing yet, I haven’t woken my computer so I don’t see all the emails I need to respond to and it’s just usually the best part of the day.
So after I peed I got up and made myself a cup of coffee which will of course make me need to pee again.
Today is officially Tinkle Thursday (#tinklethursday). Look for it on Twitter and join in.