I Am Not an Incontinent Snow Woman
Two things about me:
- One of my favorite feelings is snuggling under the covers when the room is chilly. I blame reading Laura Ingalls Wilder and the Long Winter during a particularly impressionable part of my childhood.
- Upon waking I am always discombobulated to the degree it takes me a few to figure out who and where I am.
So this morning I woke and happily dug deep enjoying the warmth of my bed against the fall morning, cuddled on three sides by a giant dog and two cats (my animal parenting involves co-sleeping...stop judging me, they aren't in your bed.)
Still half asleep I roll over and my arm hits wetness. There is a large patch of duvet soaking wet and freezing cold. My first thought, I kid you not, was "I must be a snowman now and wet the bed. Is this going to happen every night?"
The weird thing is I wasn't alarmed. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable conclusion to draw given the circumstances.
Once I shook the sleep from my brain I realized it was actually the ice pack I was using for my sore elbow as I fell asleep had leaked in the night.
As I got up grabbed some much needed coffee, tossed the duvet in the dryer, and changed the sheets I wondered...If I had transformed and if I had wet the bed....would that make yellow snow? I know so little about the renal system of snow people.
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