In the last few weeks, I have spotted small puddles on the left side of the main toilet in our house.
Finally, two and two were put together. First, I thought there may be something wrong with the toilet. I suppose the fact that there isn't something wrong with the toilet is, in fact, a good thing. The alternative, however . . .
Yes, JD's aim is a little off. Let's put it this way: if he were a strategic bomber, he would be killing thousands of innocent civilians.
Confronting him about it, he readily admitted his error. I simply told him to use a towel to clean it up and tell me about it so I can clean it. No big deal.
Next day? Puddle. Not only that, but from a certain angle, I could see the abuse put upon the wall next to the toilet. Like a car having dried after being out in a rain storm.
This with our house going on the market soon.
I have heard about Cheerios and other target ideas. Frankly, I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm wondering if he doesn't know how to deal with morning wood.
Yeah, I said it. Let's just call a spade a spade and move on.
Anyway, ladies, it turns out that it's a gigantic pain to pee with a hard-on. I have learned suck up my pride and sit down, way far back on the toilet so that my butt is hitting the tank, then push down so that the pain-to-aim ratio is low.
JD is not ready for these tricks.
Frankly, as much as I'd like to do something about it, there is so much more teaching that I have to make time for him that missing the toilet a few times a week is not high up on the chart.
Yes, cleaning up pee is less important that reading, writing, and arithmetic.