Night Adventures

If Mark or I need to use the bathroom at night we are both very good about using it in the dark. Our bathroom is connected to Russell’s room, and we both avoid risks.


A couple of nights ago Luke woke up in the wee hour of the early morning. I left Mark lying in bed to go see what seemed to be the problem.

After a couple of minutes I left Lukey and had to use the restroom. I know exactly how many steps into that dark bathroom before I pull em down, turn around and sit. My chest pounded, blood raced and throat closed when I sat on hairy, warm legs. I was frozen with fear. I almost screamed with all my might and woke both sleeping children, which is something I might die before I do.

The thought that it could be Mark obviously passed through my head, but I also realized that if some big naked creepo was sitting on my toilet the last thing I should do is sit on his lap with my pants down.

And another thing, if it was Mark, why didn’t he say something as he saw me walking towards him and then sit on him.

“Mark is that you?” I almost died of horror as I waited a response.

“Yes, get out of here.”

Such relief, well not complete relief, because we only have one bathroom which Mark was apparently occupying.

We promptly returned to sleep without discussing the event until a couple days later. We were both laughing pretty hard when I brought it up.

“Why didn’t you say something when you saw me walking towards you and sit on you?”

“I was going to, but I was just too tired.”