It was a rough night last night

I had to get up twice during the night to “go”.

 

I only got up once.

 

I had it in my head that if I ever have to get up at all, I never have to get up more than once.  I spent the second half of the night fighting the pain of a full bladder, irrationally rationalizing with my sleep fogged reasoning, why I didn’t need to get up again.

 

The mind can be a terrible thing.