Ok, I run in to go potty for a jiffy just now and Conner’s toilet is DISGUSTING. I mean, how does it GET that way and I LIVE IN A HOUSE OF BOYS — am I doomed to have un-clean toilets for the rest of my life I ask you? Well, I’m mortified, and it’s all bleached clean now. I hope that anyone who has used it in the past bit will somehow find it in their hearts not to come wretch on my carpet.
P.s. I just notcied I have quite a few blogs on cleaning my bathrooms. I think that is perhaps an ididcator of a mental illness? Anyone?
P.P.S So, I just look over and someone’s hands are in his shorts with his “we-wee” (do you get the picture) poking out for all the world to see. Perhaps it’s time to ban shorts in our house. I’m not sure I could get over public mortification of THAT kind.
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