Thursday, September 15, 2011

Writing Promt from Momma Kat

Not having had a lot to write about lately, I decided to try my hand at a writing prompt. Momma Kat over at Mama's Losin It does a list every week. Since I have never done this before, you'll have to tell me if it SUCKS or not!

These are the 5 topic options for the week:
1.) Locked out.
2.) Write about a time you wanted to disappear.
3.) An inappropriate time to laugh.
4.) A time you hurt a friends feelings.
5.) Advice to new mothers.

I have opted to do the first one. Maybe you'd like to choose one as well? Go on, give it a try. Either way, wander over to see Momma Kat. You won't be disappointed -- she is a freakin' riot!


When we were kids, we were sent outside to play. There were no video games, no cartoons all day and it was just what kids did. Surely some of you remember that, right? Naturally, we would try to defy the order and go (sneak?) back often as possible and for all manner of BS reasons. Certainly we did not have to go to the bathroom 20 times in an hour, but based on our claims, we did.

One day, Dad got sick of this and locked the doors. We banged and cried and yelled and begged to no avail. When we actually had to go to the bathroom, our pleas went unanswered. When you are a kid, after a while, when you have to pee there is no stopping it. Who wants to play in wet pants? Who wants to get in trouble for wetting their pants? Not us, for sure! The basement stairwell was hidden from view of all the neighbors and our parents for that matter. We figured there was a drain and the hose was right there, so we peed there for the rest of the day.

This door locking thing became somewhat regular and being a girl I preferred wiping over drip drying , so I took a roll of TP down into the stairwell for myself. I don't remember having planned for the trash, and it seems to me there was a telltale paper pile to announce the new bathroom facilities we had created. Needless to say the new facilities were discovered in due time and I being the TP user as well as the oldest, was blamed. I am fairly sure we attempted to make a case for our actions, if we did it made no difference. Dad went pretty ballistic.

I admit it was gross and stinky (I am pretty certain we never poo'd in the stairwell!) and messy, BUT really where ought we have been going? The door was LOCKED and he refused to let us in. I think back to that time and offer kudos to us kids for being resourceful in a situation that was beyond our control. The door locking stopped, so at least there was no further need to pee in the stairwell.


  1. OH, I remember being locked out too. We used a bush!! What is it with parents from back then. I think they were the crazy ones.

  2. I am inclined to agree with ya there! Thanks for visiting. =]

  3. Awww, I definitely think you did the best you could at that time. No child wants to pee in a stairwell everyday for the fun of it!