Robin Wants Attention-Part 1
By SamPast
Copyright © 1999

Well, my two weeks of grounding were up. Today, I was free! After school today, I could do whatever I wanted. Maybe I would play outside, or talk on the phone, or watch tv while I talked on the phone. I loved to do that! Hmmm, I don't know. I really wish I could spend time with Daddy. I never get to be with just him. Ever since the baby was born, I haven't had any time with Daddy. Of course, Daddy was off from work today. I wish I could stay home from school and spend the day with him. Hey, why can't I? If I was sick, they would have to let me stay home from school. Okay, I can be sick. Let's see, a stomachache. No, that's not good, then I can't eat whatever I want. A headache? No, then I can't watch tv, and Daddy wouldn't let me play games. Okay, think. Ummm, what if I just didn't feel right, but I wasn't sure what it was? Yeah, that's it.

"Jenn? Are you up?" I asked trying to make my voice sound weak.

"Yeah. What's the matter, Robin? Are you okay?" she asked. Sucker!

I answered, "No, you know, I don't really feel well. Can you get Mommy and Daddy for me? I feel sick."

While Jenn was getting Mommy and Daddy, I wrapped the blanket around myself a few times. I tried to make myself sweaty. Then I thought of a really great idea! No, it was really bad. But, it would make them take notice. I don't know if I could do it. It was pretty gross. Of course, Jennifer does it almost every day. But then again, she does it by accident. Hmmm! The idea is to get their attention. Okay, I'll do it.

I listened to see if they were coming. Nope, not yet. I still had time. I tried to concentrate. Oh, I don't know if I can do this. I started to hear Mommy and Daddy's voices downstairs. Okay, it's now or never.

Pisssssssssss. Oh, yuck, that was so gross. Well now it's done. I wet my bed!

I laid back down and tried to look pathetic. Oh, god, I was pathetic. I cannot believe I just purposely wet my bed to get my parents' attention. They were going to lock me up and throw away the key.

Daddy came into the room first. He leaned down by my bed and said, "Hi, honey, what's the matter? You're not feeling very well?"

I shook my head no. Somehow, I didn't trust myself to speak. I thought maybe I would open my mouth and confess all.

Then Mommy leaned down. She asked, "Honey, what hurts? Does your tummy hurt? Your head?"

I had shaken my head no to both questions. Then for effect, I started to cry.

"I feel hot, and slimy, and I feel wet," I sobbed.

Mommy and Daddy exchanged a weird glance. Thank god, Jennifer wasn't in the room. Maybe she would have been able to see right through my lies. We are identical twins, after all.

Then Mommy did it. She pulled back the covers and felt the bed under me. Her mouth dropped open. I tried not to smile. It was really hard.

"What's the matter, Mommy? What'd I do?" I cried.

Mommy said, "It's okay, Robin. You must be sick. I'm afraid you wet your bed."

"Oh, no, no, no! Oh, I'm sorry, Waaaaaah!" I yelled.

Daddy said, "Oh, it's okay, honey, don't worry." Daddy picked me up out of bed and stood me up. Oh, yuck, I really felt gross.

Mommy said, "Okay, I'm going to change your sheets. You go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. Okay, honey?"

I shook my head back and forth. "I can't," I said, "I don't feel well." I continued to cry. Wow, this was easy. Poor Mommy and Daddy! They looked so concerned.

Daddy said, "Okay, Robin, I'll come in with you. How 'bout a nice warm bath?" He looked at Mommy and she nodded. Daddy went up to the door and knocked to see if Jennifer was almost done in there.

Jennifer came out. I was so embarrassed that I tried to hide against Daddy's chest. Jenn didn't even notice. She was all excited about some dumb boy at school who she thought was cute. She went around the room getting ready, not even noticing what Mommy was doing. That was fine with me! Besides, I don't think I could lie right to her face---she would know!

Jennifer went downstairs to have her breakfast. Mommy told her she would be right down. Then Daddy brought me into the bathroom. He started to run the water in the tub.

He turned to me and asked, "Robin, do you have to use the toilet, first?"

"I don't think so, Daddy. Uh-uh!" I shook my head back and forth.

When the bath was ready, I stepped out of my wet pajamas and got into the tub. Oooh, it felt so warm. I asked Daddy to stay with me. Boy, I am good!

Daddy stayed with me while I washed myself. Then I asked Daddy if he could put the shampoo in my hair. He did! Ever since Steven was born, he hadn't had time to give me my baths. I missed it.

When I got out of the tub, Daddy put a bath towel around me. Then he asked if I was ready to get dressed for school.

"I'm not going to school today, Daddy! I'm sick!" I started to cry. This had to work. I definitely did not wet my bed so that I could go to school. No, I was going to have a nice day at home with Daddy, no matter what I had to do.

Daddy sighed. "Okay, Robin, if you really don't feel well, you can stay home." He felt my forehead. "I don't think you have a temperature. Let me take it, just to make sure." Thankfully, he used the kind that goes in your mouth. I was lucky that Mommy wasn't taking it. She always used the other kind.

"Nope, no temperature, I didn't think so. What exactly is wrong, Robin? You said your stomach doesn't hurt? How about your head?" Daddy asked.

"No, Daddy, I don't know. I just don't feel right. I feel like I'm not myself, you know?" I asked. I laughed to myself. I am not myself. Because the me that I know would never wet her bed, especially on purpose. Oh, this had to work.

Daddy said, "Okay, Robin, well, let's get you into some nice clean pajamas. Then we'll go downstairs and find you some breakfast."

When we went downstairs, Jennifer was finishing her breakfast and doing last minute homework. Mommy was yelling at her. Daddy asked Mommy what was wrong, and she told him that Jennifer lied about her homework being done last night. Oooh, I thought to myself, Jennifer's in trouble!

Daddy frowned. He looked at Jennifer. "Why wasn't this homework finished last night, young lady?"

Oooh, not "young lady", that always means you're in trouble. I tried not to look at my sister. I tried to concentrate on my bowl of cereal.

Jennifer sobbed. "I don't know, Daddy, I was just telling Mommy, I just forgot. I'm sorry."

Daddy gave her a look. Then he said, "Well, I guess Mommy and I will have to start checking your assignment pad every night, then."

Jennifer started to argue, but I guess then she thought better of it and stopped. Mommy told her to hurry up or she'd be late for school. After a few minutes, Mommy told Daddy she was going to drop Jennifer off at school, take Steven to the babysitter's and then do some errands. She said she'd be back in a little while.

My mouth dropped open. I was shocked.

"But, Mommy?" I asked, "Don't you have to go to work?"

Mommy said, "Well, Robin, I had taken off today. Daddy and I were going to spend the day together, but since you're sick, I might as well get some things done."

I started to feel a little bad. Mommy and Daddy never had time alone together. But then I felt mad. I mean, Mommy was sort of playing hooky, too. And they were going to spend the day together and I never get to see Daddy, either. I was glad I had done what I did. Actually, that's what I tried to convince myself of.

Daddy and I had a great day together. Actually, Daddy, Mommy, and I. We played games, watched a movie on tv, and baked cookies. I was definitely glad I hadn't gone with the stomachache idea. At 3:00, Daddy went to pick Jennifer up at school. Mommy and I talked. It was really nice. We hadn't had a real conversation in a long time; she's always busy with the baby.

About an hour later, Daddy came home with Steven, Jennifer and dinner. He had gone and gotten a pizza. This had turned out to be the best day.

"So, how're you feeling, Robin? I brought your homework for you," my sister said after dinner. Figures, she had to ruin the evening with this.

"I feel a lot better," I said.

Jennifer said, "I know what you did this morning, Robin."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Meanwhile, inside my heart was beating a mile a minute. She couldn't possibly know.

She did. "I know that you wet your bed today, Robin. I saw your sheets. I saw Mommy changing them. I pretended I didn't, so as not to embarrass you. Now tell me, when did you start wetting your bed?"

I looked at Jennifer in amazement. I didn't know what to say. Basically, she was telling me that she knew I did it on purpose. Or was she? Maybe she was trying to psych me out! I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing at all. Maybe she would give up and leave me alone.

"Robin, I asked you a question! Since when do you wet the bed? You did it on purpose for some reason, didn't you? Well, you don't have to answer me, I know you did. And I don't like it. I feel like you're making fun of me to do it, and get something from it. So, today had better be the one and only time, or I'm telling Mommy and Daddy that you did it on purpose!"

And after that, Jennifer stormed out of our room. I just sat there. I couldn't believe this was happening. I decided to put it out of my mind and ignore my sister.

The next morning, I woke up before our alarm went off. Oh, I didn't want to go to school today. Yesterday was great, maybe I could have another day like that. Well, but Mommy and Daddy had to go to work today. But, if I was sick, one of them would have to take off and stay home with me, wouldn't they? Hmmmmm.

I heard the alarm go off, and Jennifer getting up. I just lay on my bed. After a little while, Mommy came upstairs to make sure we were up for school. Jennifer was in the bathroom getting ready.

Mommy came to my bed, and said, "Robin, it's time to get up for school."

I was crying. "Mommy," I said, "I'm sorry, it happened again. I wet my bed." It wasn't as hard to do today as it was yesterday. It still was disgusting, though.

Mommy gave me a hug, and told me not to worry. "Okay, you just get up, and get yourself cleaned up. I'll take care of the bed." She looked at me when I didn't move. "C'mon, sweetheart, you have to get ready for school."

Then Daddy came into the room. "Robin, why are you still in bed? You need to get ready for school. I'm going to take you girls in half an hour."

I got up and ran into Daddy's arms. "Please, Daddy, don't make me go to school today. I wet the bed again. I'm sorry. I don't feel well. I'm sick." I continued to cry. Man, I hope this was working, all this crying was giving me a headache.

Daddy and Mommy exchanged glances. Daddy said, "Robin, I'm sorry you had an accident, but you still need to go to school. Both Mommy and I have to work today. Besides, you're not sick. You're just having a problem. I'll call Dr. Greenberg this afternoon and make an appointment for you. Okay?"

I didn't see it, but he winked at Mommy.

Suddenly, I was really angry. "NO!" I yelled. "I DIDN'T DO ALL THIS SO I COULD GO TO THE DOCTOR. I'M SICK, WHY WON'T ANYONE LISTEN TO ME?"

Daddy turned me around and smacked me on my rear end. "You listen here, young lady, I won't have that kind of talk from you, do you understand?"

I nodded as I rubbed my behind. "I'm sorry for yelling, Daddy. But I'm sick, really."

Mommy said, "Robin, what did you mean, when you said you didn't do all this so you could go to the doctor?"

Uh-oh, she had me there. Why did I say that? I had gotten caught up in anger. Now I was stuck. "Umm, I don't know, I mean, um..." my voice trailed off. I was trying to think of something to say, when the bathroom door opened. I turned around.

Jennifer was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a smug look on her face. She saw Mommy pulling the sheets off my bed and she stared at me.

"No!" I mouthed.

Jennifer said, "What Robin meant was that she didn't wet her bed on purpose so that she could go to the doctor."

"Jennifer!" I shouted.

Daddy looked at me and then at her. "What are you saying, Jennifer?"

"Robin wet the bed on purpose. I'm not sure why. Maybe so she could stay home from school or something," my sister said.

Both Mommy and Daddy looked at me. "That's not true," I said. "It was an accident. Really!"

They all continued to stare at me. Finally, not being able to stand it another minute, I looked down at the floor. Daddy came over to me and lifted my chin up. Then he was looking right into my face.

"I want the truth, Robin, and I want it now," Daddy said.

"Umm, I, uh, it was an accident, Daddy," I said.

Daddy continued to stare at me. "Was it, Robin? Truly? Or did you do it on purpose? Tell me the truth now. You know it's better to tell me the truth in the beginning."

I debated in my head. If I told the truth, I would definitely get a spanking. But if I lied, I would feel terrible. It was totally obvious that I was going to school today no matter what, so what would it hurt to lie! How would they know, anyway? I was about to lie again, when Daddy spoke.

"Let me tell you something, Robin, before you answer. Now I want you to think about this carefully. Some children, like your sister, have a real problem with wetting the bed. It's possible that you just had a one or two-time accident, but if it's something more serious, we want to know about it. So, I'll make that appointment with Dr. Greenberg for as soon as possible."

I ran into Daddy's arms then, and sobbed. I buried my face into his chest and said, "No, Daddy, Jenn was right, I did it on purpose. I'm sorry." I continued to cry and Daddy continued to hold me. I didn't even hear Mommy and Jennifer leave the room.

Finally, Daddy pushed me away from his chest. "You realize, little girl, that we have a problem here now, don't you?" I nodded. "This means you lied to both Mommy and me yesterday and again today? Did you lie about not feeling well, too?" I hesitated but then nodded.

Daddy said, "I don't know why you would do this, Robin, this isn't like you. I'm afraid you're going to be punished." I just nodded my head. I was really crying now, and I couldn't stop.

Daddy pulled off my pajamas and panties. They were still a little wet, but they had mostly dried. He sat down on my freshly made bed, and pulled me onto his lap. Before he began to spank me, he said, "I'm very disappointed in you, Robin, I didn't think you would do something like this. You should be ashamed of yourself."

I was ashamed of myself. I looked at the floor. Daddy began to hit me on my bottom. He hit one cheek and then the other. He kept on hitting me until I was sobbing hysterically. Then he stood me up.

He said, "I want you to go get cleaned up, and changed right now. You, young lady, are going to school, and we will talk more about this after dinner, tonight, do you understand me?"

I did what I was told. I was so sorry for what I had done. I was even more sorry for my backside. I looked at it in the mirror and it was bright red. It was going to be hard to sit at my desk at school today. Oh, why did I do these things? Didn't I know that my stupid plans always backfire? When am I ever going to learn?

to be continued...

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