I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever told anyone this story, but once my Bubbie made me pee in a bucket. I was, what, maybe eight at the time? I canâ€™t remember how old I was. I only remember that I was over at her house on one of my visits. Iâ€™d spent the night and it was the following afternoon. My aunt, who lived with Bubbie at the time, had a date. Or maybe it was a meeting. Or a doctorâ€™s house call, maybe. I donâ€™t remember. All I remember is my Bubbie and me waiting in her bedroom for the strange man to leave. I think we watched The Price is Right while we waited. I sat on the bed and she sat in her rocker.
Bubbie had outfitted a bucket with a potty seat for such occasions. Is this normal old-lady behavior? I donâ€™t know, but I hope not. I have no idea why we couldnâ€™t leave the room to use the bathroom. The bathroom was right next door. It was strange, thatâ€™s for sure.
In any case, I think I peed in the bucket. Maybe Iâ€™m remembering wrong, though. I might be remembering another time, when I was much younger. All I know is, my Bubbie had a bucket-potty. All I know is, one time I peed with my Bubbie there, and somehow I got pee on my hand. I got pee on my hand, just like I did when I was two and I fed my baby doll water and she peed on me. I cried when I was two, and I cried that time I was with my Bubbie. The time with my Bubbie, Bubbie laughed her bitter laugh and told me to get over it.
â€œStop crying, itâ€™s just sissy,â€ she probably said. I donâ€™t exactly remember. I was probably younger than eight. The bucket-potty was probably some other time. Memories are funny. The thing is, when youâ€™re a kid and your mean old grandma tells you not to cry, you donâ€™t cry. At least I never did. I just got over it.
7 thoughts on “Did your Grandma ever make you pee in a bucket?”
So you and your grandma got locked in a room because your aunt had a man over?
Yes. My grandma did the locking and I’m pretty sure it qualifies as child abuse.
I thought everyone had a nice kindly old grandma. I grew up without grandparents (they died when I was very young).
Now I’m not so sure I missed anything.
I never peed in a bucket. But I did have to throw up in a pail. I got savagely car sick, and my mom kept a pail in the way way back of the station wagon, where one of my brothers and I sat, for me to puke in.
I still get car/plane/boat sick. But I pull over and get fresh air and find a facility to use. I’m a grown-ass woman and I will NOT puke in a pail!
I’m sorry to hear that you never knew your grandparents, Samara.
“I’m a grown-ass woman and I will NOT puke in a pail!” I’m writing that one down. Stay tuned…
You’ve really been inspired by that?
Hahahhaha yay! I’d like to see what you come up with for THAT!
I like you, Samara. 🙂
Comments are closed.