Donna.. you mean a house on the market a major life stress? Sheesh.. who knew. No wonder it was so damn tough! Add a divorce and death of my father all within the same year and I'm doing pretty good.
A funny thing..
So often women complain of men leaving the toilet seat up after experiencing that middle of the night half asleep pee only to be rudely awakened by a sploosh of their bums in the toilet bowl.
Last night I had the opposite problem. With the house on the market I've kept everything neat, including keeping all the toilet seats down when I leave the house. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled out of bed without turning on any lights in the wee dark hours. As I was lowering o'er the throne my mind issued an alert that my bladder dismissed. ACK.. I started peeing on the CLOSED lid. I sprung up, cursing not knowing whether to clean it up or flip the top open and finish my business.
Yuck.. so cold and dribbly. Then wiping clean the toilet followed by really cleaning only to notice my jammies were adored with tiny splatters. I finally went to bed fully awake with clean pajamas, clean bathroom and the toilet lid UP.
Having experienced both the sploosh and the spray, I say a splash on the ass is much better than the alternative.
