Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Why Going to the Bathroom can Ruin One's Day


Two new habits have been formed in our home that I rediscovered when I entered the bathroom.

The first involves the Remote Control in the family room. Kids take out the batteries and then hide them so that the remote is stuck on a channel that nobody wants to watch. Then, when everyone gives up and walks away they take the batteries, put them back in, and switch them to a show that they want to see.

Today someone had hidden them in the middle of a new toilet paper roll which was in the medicine cabinet. When I grabbed it, they all fell out and one landed in the toilet which was full of many kinds of body excrement, and of course, not flushed (and it had dribbles on the seat too, but that happens EVERY single time someone uses it).

So, i had to flush the toilet, hoping the battery wasn’t going down (I had learned from the cell phone incident that heavier objects don’t flush, but I wasn’t sure the battery was heavy enough to sit there at the base of the toilet). Fortunately, it remained, and I was able to dig it out of the toilet and throw it away.

Then I turned around to find bad habit #2. We have a dog that doesn’t always get let out when he needs to be. The rule in our house is that the first person to see the dog doo doo has to take care of it. (we don’t say doo doo, but for the sake of propriety). The dog has developed a new habit of actually “using the bathroom” so his deposits are often left near the toilet. It would take two seconds to wisk down with a piece of toilet paper, grab the stuff, and stick it in the toilet and flush it. But NOOO. The new habit is to grab a clean towel and spread it OVER the poop. That way nobody knows it is there, nobody knows you found it first, and you don’t have to clean it up.

But, in addition, it means that several people walk on the towel until it is ground into the floor. And then, I discovered today, the person who has the chore and picks up the towel to see the ground in poop there, simply moves the rug over on top of it so that they don’t have to clean it up either.

So, by the end of taking care of the flushed battery and wiping up the smeared feces (fortunately, for some reason, an entire towel was in the sink sopping wet, so I used that to begin cleaning up the crap) I was ready to live somewhere else.

And I had only been back from taking the kids to school for 5 minutes.

1 comment:

Sheri said...

My dog uses the "bathroom" also. He loves to deposit near the toilet. You NEVER walk into that bathroom with the lights off. lOL