Beep. Beep. Beep.
I roll over in bed and pick up my phone groggily, aware that it is the source of that incessantly horrible noise. I'm tired, once again I couldn't sleep last night, so movement in slow, like pushing through molasses. I press the button and it's shrill whining ceases, with a sigh I snuggle back into the pillow.
7.30am is entirely too early to be getting out of bed. Perhaps I can steal a few more minutes amongst the warmth and softness of my pillows and blanket. Just a few more. 7.30am.... why is that important? It rattles around in my brain, clanging as it bounces, causing an echo. 7.30 - 7.30 - 7.30. Oh hell 7.30am is my morning piss time.
I sit up and throw the covers back, forcing myself out of the warmth and cozy into the cool morning air. I don't look at the clock on my way past. I only have a 1-2 minute window either side of my allocated time, if it is later than that and I am unaware I can't report it now can I? I grumble under my breath on the way to the lavatory. My husband walks past me and bids me good morning.
grumble grumble grumble
I pull down my panties and sit on the cold seat.
grumble grumble grumble
I don't even really need to go yet, another hour perhaps before I would really feel the need, but I sit there and evacuate my bladder, knowing that the next time is 4 hours away. I finish up and wander into my husband's bedroom, where our little boy is asleep, tucked away in a huge mound of pillows, curled up like a possum. I climb in beside the little guy and enjoy his warmth, and start trying to rouse him for breakfast.
"Are you ok?" my husband asks me.
grumble grumble grumble
"I didn't want to get out of bed just to piss" I complain.
"Well take that up with the man who gave you the order" he says with a smile.
"He would just tell me to stop whining" I retort petulantly.
He comes over and kisses the top of my head.
"You are not whining, you are grumbling, thats so much cuter".
He laughs as he leaves for work.
Glad they both seem to be enjoying this!
I roll over in bed and pick up my phone groggily, aware that it is the source of that incessantly horrible noise. I'm tired, once again I couldn't sleep last night, so movement in slow, like pushing through molasses. I press the button and it's shrill whining ceases, with a sigh I snuggle back into the pillow.
7.30am is entirely too early to be getting out of bed. Perhaps I can steal a few more minutes amongst the warmth and softness of my pillows and blanket. Just a few more. 7.30am.... why is that important? It rattles around in my brain, clanging as it bounces, causing an echo. 7.30 - 7.30 - 7.30. Oh hell 7.30am is my morning piss time.
I sit up and throw the covers back, forcing myself out of the warmth and cozy into the cool morning air. I don't look at the clock on my way past. I only have a 1-2 minute window either side of my allocated time, if it is later than that and I am unaware I can't report it now can I? I grumble under my breath on the way to the lavatory. My husband walks past me and bids me good morning.
grumble grumble grumble
I pull down my panties and sit on the cold seat.
grumble grumble grumble
I don't even really need to go yet, another hour perhaps before I would really feel the need, but I sit there and evacuate my bladder, knowing that the next time is 4 hours away. I finish up and wander into my husband's bedroom, where our little boy is asleep, tucked away in a huge mound of pillows, curled up like a possum. I climb in beside the little guy and enjoy his warmth, and start trying to rouse him for breakfast.
"Are you ok?" my husband asks me.
grumble grumble grumble
"I didn't want to get out of bed just to piss" I complain.
"Well take that up with the man who gave you the order" he says with a smile.
"He would just tell me to stop whining" I retort petulantly.
He comes over and kisses the top of my head.
"You are not whining, you are grumbling, thats so much cuter".
He laughs as he leaves for work.
Glad they both seem to be enjoying this!
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