What I Dream Of

I may even put a lock on the door, and carry the only key around my neck!

Every time I walk into our bathroom in our nicely small spaced corporate apartment, I sigh and long for the day when I will have exclusive use of my own toilet. There is something very very wrong with sharing a toilet with a toddler boy and grown man. I have learned in the last month that you boys never seem to learn to aim, and I can't help but chuckle to myself when I go to clean that nasty pit of my despair. I will admit you of the male breed have a knack of getting tinkle just about everywhere! Then there is the floor around the toilet bowel, that poor poor floor of abuse. I know most of this blame goes on Hadley who is having fun discovering the many styles of aiming (cringe), but I am also holding my darling loving husband responsible too! I am counting the days until we are in our new home and I will claim a single bathroom all to myself! Then I will not clean their dirty toilet every day as I do now but once a week, and I'll see how long it takes for their aim to improve! Perhaps they will watch where they aim, instead of looking around the bathroom or checking emails and assuming its landing in the proper spot, just saying! My five year old self was more right then she could have ever known, BOYS ARE YUCKY!!!