Princesses and the Pee

WARNING: Those of a more discrete disposition may want to skip this post...

This random bedwetting has got to stop...

Both are repeat offenders. One who shall remain nameless (or initial-less) decided she wanted to sleep in her underwear last night so she could be just like her dad (who I'm sure is delighted to have that shared with all the blog followers). Anyway, she must have decided her bed was just too comfortable to get out of this morning to go to the bathroom and instead decided to leave me a large pizza-sized wet spot. She told us she was awake when she did it so I put her in the shower (which she hates) so she can remember next time that 'tis better to get up than to wet the bed.

I went to get the other one up the other morning, giving her hugs and patting her bottom...which was soaking. She also left me a surprise. She said she was too tired to get up.

They aren't consistent enough for me to insist they wear pull-ups every night. Well, I did have one episode where the older one really WANTED to wear pull-ups like her cousins (I have three nieces who wear them) and so she purposely wet (and pooped) the bed (what kind of neurosis is that? But she's the same one who will fake a cough because she really like cough syrup).

I know there are kids with legitimate bed-wetting issues...however, ours can mostly be pointed to them going to bed later than usual, not making sure they go potty before bedtime, just deciding they don't feel like getting up or having too much to drink past 7 PM. And one time it was because we forgot to leave the door open a crack so that light could pave the way to the throne room.

So this morning, as has happened randomly over the past three months, I am washing sheets and underwear...at least this time, there were no pajamas involved thanks to someone thinking their dad is the coolest thing since sliced bread.