I wet the bed as a kid growing up. It wasn’t until… jeez… I don’t know, maybe 12 or so that it stopped. This is merely background though, and not the meaning for the post.
I remember it was one of the times we lived in California. I think I was about 9 or so. You can sense the them that my sense of time with regards to my memory isn’t always the clearest. Anyway. So I’m staying up late and watching television while mom had gone to bed.
Since I wet the bed, I wasn’t allowed to drink anything after dinner. Did this help? Not really. Thing was, I was thirsty. It was some ridiculous time like midnight or whatever, and I was watching Star Trek. This was back when the original series was all there was and it was in syndication (late 70s).
Because I wasn’t allowed to have anything to drink, there were times I tried to get some water or whatever, and mom would wake up, scold me, and I’d lose the privilege of staying up late to watch television. Our sink had a very small and slow drip. I put a glass under the faucet and let it fill up over the course of the episode. During every other commercial breaks I’d go and take a drink. I guess the drip was a bit more than I realized.
Of course I wet the bed that night, but I also wet the bed almost every night even when I didn’t have more to drink that I was supposed to. I’m just sort of struck at the memory of the lengths I went to for a drink. It was this major clandestine operation – at least to a young boy staying up past midnight.
Yeah, doing stupid shit in my youth. Let’s see if I post more of these fun trips down memory lane.