When I was growing up, I CONSTANTLY had to wipe pee off the toilet seat.
You see, my dad is a germaphobe and he taught my brother to LEAVE THE TOILET SEAT DOWN while peeing.
Needless to say, my brother’s aim was off.
I can’t tell you how gross it was to forget to check the toilet seat and to sit down and feel the wetness of someone else’s pee on the backs of your thighs.
Then I got married and lo and behold my ex-husband was trained to LIFT THE SEAT.
And he did.
I’ll let you in on a secret: I don’t really care if the seat is up, I just don’t want there to be pee on it.
What can I say?
I set the bar low.
My ex-husband taught my boys to lift the seat but lately, I’ve noticed that someone is leaving the seat down and peeing on it.
Once I figured out which one of my spawn it was, I confronted him.
But the seat-peeing has continued.
So. . .
In order to make a point, I left a bloody wad of toilet paper in the toilet.
Because I know it grosses my boys out to see blood in the toilet.
I see your pee on the seat and I raise you one bloody wad of toilet paper.