"Oh no! I wet the bed!"
—Kiki, Baby Bus, "No More Bedwetting"
"Nobody can know about this, I would rather be molested by a Psycho Lesbian while mud wrestling than have people see this picture
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◊."— Kirie, Girls Bravo
Princess: Please don't tell me. I promise I won't tell.
General: No, no, no.
Princess: All right then, I'll guess. Um, you got me a present?
General: No.
Princess: You took a chocolate biscuit?
General: No!
Princess: I know! You wet the bed!
General: No!
Princess: When I do, I put a sheet over it.
General: I did not wet the bed.
—Little Princess, "I Can Keep a Secret"
Elmo: Every once in a while you know you might have an accident when you're asleep at night.
Grover: But that's OK, that's all right, Mom and Dad will help you clean up...
—Sesame Street, "Elmo's Potty Time"
"I, James, was a bedwetter until I was eight years old! I was good at going to the toilet when I was conscious. But being unconscious...I...I was uncontrollable. If we count the total times in my life that I had an accident, then...there's too many to count. There were many days where I would wake up to wet bed sheets, then I'd have to change my sleep positions and try and get more sleep. Then worst part about wetting the bed is that you have no control over it. There were some things I would try to help me not wet myself. One thing were these things called 'GoodNites'. They were pretty much diapers with a bigger kid on the package. Your life hits a low point when you have to wear diapers for a second time. I would hate putting these things on because they're totally stupid and I'm eight years old! I don't need diapers! I literally never slept with them on. I would take them off every night before I go to bed. I'd rather pee my pants than wear a diaper. So since I didn't like those I tried this alarm thing which I also hated. You put a clamp on your underpants and you put this thing called an alarm unit right next to your face, and if you started to pee, that would trigger the alarm which would blast a loud noise in your face and that was supposed to wake you up like, 'HEY! YOU'RE PEEING!'
—James "theOdd1sOut", "Peeing Yourself"
"But Mom, he'll wet the bed!"
—Unnamed Puppy, Babe
"If you're not in the room, (the room service people) leave the chocolates on the pillow! I don't like that! You're coming home late at night, you don't see the chocolates! You're waking up four or five o'clock in the morning... "Oh my God, I pooped the bed!"
—Kevin Meaney, during his Housekeeping routine
"♪Stewart wets his bed! DU-NUH! Stewart wets his bed! DU-NUH!♪"
— Beavis, Beavis and Butt-Head
Issobel wakes up at 5am, the sun not yet risen. On rising, she realizes her period has begun, staining the sheets a deep red. She sighs. It will take ages to wash these sheets, pounding out the stain. Time wasted that she never really had in the first place. She'll have to wash these sheets today, before the stain can settle, even though the weekly washing started a couple of days ago.
+5 inconvenience
When you wake up, the pain hasn't faded. Your body is stiff and your crotch is slick with blood. On the sheet there's a big dried blotch of it, but you're too exhausted and irate to clean it up. You think perhaps you'll stay in bed again.
You’re sleeping peacefully in your warm bed, snuggled up nice and tight in the covers and in the midst of a wonderful dream. Something not right, though, and you can feel it. A warm… wetness in between your legs, and not the good kind, either. This pulls you out of your sleep, and you pull the covers back to reveal a rather large stain of red on your bed, and it takes you only a second to realize it’s blood, and that the blood is yours. Now, most people would be frightened to wake up and find themselves bleeding, they would probably start screaming and try to stop the flow of blood, and rush themselves to a hospital. But this has become a matter of course for you. The sight of blood barely makes you bat an eyelash; all you can think is “Fuck, man, I wasn’t supposed to get this shit for another 2 days!” With that thought, you stumbled out of bed and waddle to the bathroom. (Why are you waddling, you ask? Well, you see, liquid travels in the direction of gravity, and having slept on your back last night, the blood saw fit to slither its way down to a certain crack on your backside and make quite a sticky mess all over your skin. It also bled through your underwear and to the pajama pants you had on, which are sticking to your skin and are uncomfortably wet.)
Unfortunately for her, as she finally stood up with this uplifting notion in her mind, she felt a terrible dampness in her pajama bottoms. Her smile faded once again as she cringed, considering what this could be.
"Don't tell me I wet the bed..." She groaned. "Please tell me I didn't wet the bed...I'm twenty years old, I couldn't have..."
She looked down to not see a yellow stain, but a red stain instead.
Even worse.
"Darn it!" Kiara cried out angrily as she rushed to the bathroom. "Darn it, why did it have to happen now?!"
