We are having major toilet issues in this house. The toilet issues (I know you're dying to hear about them) consist of multiple clogged toilets at any given time. It took me a while to realize what was going on. First, I got after the girls.
"Stop using so much toilet paper," I insisted.
Next, I started blaming our house (like it had any say in the matter) and anyone directly related to the building of it. "I swear, they just don't make houses like they used to," I observed the other day, as though I were some 90 year old woman who had witnessed the time when they did make houses like they used to (however that was).
Even after my post the other day about how my two year old could now open doors, it didn't occur to me that the door opening and toilet problems were correlated. It didn't occur to me, until yesterday, when I walked in on my son flushing a small bottle of air freshener down the toilet with a giddy laugh. I saved it just in time (I know, gross).
Great. What else has he flushed down there? (As long as my flash drive [oh, and my wedding ring] are in plain sight, I think I'll be okay) Today I found a dice sitting at the bottom of another toilet. Sigh. I guess it's time for those child proof door handles that are impossibly hard for adults to open (well at least this adult. I'm sure my son will actually figure out how to open them faster than I will).