I came to the realization that four years ago while 7 months pregnant I was peeing in a bucket in a village in Alaska…flash forward a few years and here I am 7 month pregnant and peeing in a bucket in Montana. It must be my thing. Deep down I must really love to try and balance over a bucket to take care of business……
If you haven’t had the wonderful opportunity to use a “Honey Bucket” let me tell you how glorious it is. You may find yourself in situations where there …gasp and shock …is NO RUNNING Water. Now in both situations I did have the choice to just “pop a squat” outside, this can be a good or a bad thing. You have to take in all aspects of the actual event to decide which would be the best option for you.
Being so round during my Honey Bucket experiences I was needing the bucket more often than normal. In Alaska I had different things to consider then when in Montana. If you wake up in the middle of the night while traveling to a bush village do you a) brave going outside in a rural village where you might be eaten by a bear …or your ass gets eaten by mosquito’s or b) attempt to balance over a bucket where the other 5 people in the cabin have also been taking care of their business (ummm yeah no pooping in the bucket that would be just rude for this situation, when you only use the honey bucket as a family that’s a whole different story…who knew there was proper protocol for using a bucket). If you pick to go outside things to think about if it’s summer like in my case….Your ass is literally going to get eaten alive….They are vicious bugs, it’s not like the cute little mosquitos they have down states, they go for the kill. So I tried that once….. and then opted for the bucket. The inside bucket….now if you have even had the nose of a pregnant lady you know that you can smell a horse from a county over. So picture a bucket full of yellow warm piss from a group of other people…and you try to squat over the bucket without touching down your booty since you know there will be splash back. EWWWWWWW…..now the smell really hits you and you try not to vomit …… What memories
Flash forward a few years. Now instead of living out in the bush of Alaska I am down in Montana which is unique in its own way. Now who’s idea it was to move into a camper while we built a home this summer is beyond me (Hey it sounded like an awesome idea at the beginning of summer). The small camper bathroom had lost its allure after a few months. Getting round and off-balance made it hard to get into the telephone booth bathroom to begin with…and then it froze. So we had to drain the water lines = NO MORE Bathroom. Being a few weeks from moving into the new building and me waking up several times a night meant one thing …. another Honey Bucket. A camper bathroom is small to begin with, now try to fit a bucket in there for night time use. It takes some practice to plop down from the hallway sideways into the bathroom and hope to land on the bucket. Thank goodness it’s only me using it this time, and it’s an upgraded model with a seat lid.
Thinking back to my childhood we used the outhouse, and we had a honey bucket inside. I guess you can take the girl away from the honey bucket but can’t take the honey bucket away from the girl. That was down in Arizona where I was born in a bus (that’s a whole different story) I have to say I am very thankful for the special memories that the honey buckets have brought to each pregnancy…Life is an adventure you have to find a little joy in each moment. Even if that means balancing over a honey bucket.
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