You wake up at 4 am to the sound of running water. You turn on the light to discover...
Your husband standing next to the plastic bucket that you keep in the bedroom in case someone feels sick in the night.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: *looking at me with a confused look on his face*. "I don't know."
Me: Did you pee in the bucket?
Him: I don't know. *looks down*. Seems like I did.
Me: Go empty the bucket.
Mr. Ivriniel sleepwalks on occasion. This is not the first time he has peed in an odd location. When he was a little boy he apparently walked into the kitchen and in full view of his parents peed in the garbage pail. As far as we know, there have only been the two incidents.
He also fell out of bed last night. It was a bit of a rough night.
Last week one of his oldest friends had a heart attack (at 42). He's ok, but this hit Mr. I a bit hard, and he's been drinking a lot again. He tends to sleep walk/yell/out styrofoam containers in the oven in his sleep when he's drinking so I imagine this partially explains the peeing.