It’s six in the morning, and I’m dragging myself out of bed. Why? Because I’m a mom and I have to get everything going for everybody else.
Without my glasses on, I stumble my way to the bathroom in the dark (can’t upset the barking puppies yet). I flip on the light, shut the door and sit. Instant anger bubbles up knowing what has just happened. You better believe everyone in the house is going to wake up now.
Why? I think you know.
I just plopped down onto the toilet. Not the toilet lid or seat, but the toilet bowl. Ladies and gents, you know what I’m talking about here. So, between freaking out about what’s now on my backside, I’m also gagging because I know what I just sat on. Making this worse because now I have to look, you have to know. Because I’m seeing that rim, now I’m holding back the vomit that is creeping up my esophagus.
Thinking about it makes me queasy. Nobody wants that on their backside.
Now here’s the thing, was it worth it? Was that half a second it takes to put it down that precious?
No one is winning this war. Because now mom is upset, kids are freaked out, dogs are barking out and hubby is thinking “oh crap”.
Fella’s let us end this war. I think we can all agree that the toilet bowl is the grossest place to sit. You know that at the very least this is an offense of the highest level.
So what do you think? Have you sat on the pubic hair and pee covered bowl? Or perhaps, are you the offender?
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