A poem by A. Sugarcube that I love for some strange reason

God's peeing on us, Sweetheart
By A. Sugarcube

Three kids, one bathroom. On a good day, I'd get to empty my bladder a total of two times. But I was a mother now. The title came with the ability to hold piss. Or at least the ability to pretend you were able to hold your piss.

I remember one day, when it was raining so hard you were afraid your shoes would melt if you wore them outside, Michal, jacqueline, Laura, and I were standing on the small stretch of sidewalkin front of our apartment, barefoot- giving ingo our fear of melting shoes- and Michal asked me where rain came from.

Converniently, at that moment I realized I really had to use the bathroom.

My bladder reached out to the part of my brain that answers come from and I said "God's peeing on us, Sweetheart."

His eyes pleaded, asking if i was lying but he'd never say it aloud. I was in fact his mother; lying was not part of the bargain.

So as a way to prove me right, or in this case wrong- as I was completely wrong- he threw his head back and opened his mouth. Droplets of the alleged "pee" coated his tongue, and I swear it was the most honest act of courage I've ever seen. (I don't know of anyone else who'd drink pee, just to make sure it was pee.)

Of course I expected what happened next. he looked back at me with the corners of his mouth curled into a smug grin, and said, "Mooooom! It's just water!"

I never did get around to peeing when we got back inside.

Dinner doesn't cook itself.