L'Eau de Petit Homme
There’s a new aroma around my home.
I don’t think Pierre Cardin, Liz Claiborne or even Cher will want to pick this as their new perfume scent.
I like to call it L’Eau de Petit Homme.
It is the odiferous reminder that I have a newly potty trained boy running around my home.
 After the torture Alex put me through with Potty Training, I thought the hard part was over.
I was unaware of the pitfalls ahead.
For instance, I have three bathrooms in my home.
I cleaned them on a regular basis, but not everyday.
Now it is my thankless job to clean in and around the toilets every day.
I say in AND around because while my son can get a basketball in the hoop just about every time, for some reason the interior of the toilet often eludes his aim.
My sincerest thanks go to the brilliant person (I’m willing to lay odds it was a woman with a three year old boy) who invented Clorox Wipes.
They make my life so much easier.
I really hesitated to purchase them at first because I really try to live by reduce, reuse, recycle; but in this case it was a choice between the environment and my sanity.
I promise I’ll make it up later.
The second problem is the seat.
Up or down is the question for the ages.
Bigger than; do blondes have more fun, and harder to resolve than the conflict in the Middle East.
My husband had to bear the brunt of several late night “splashdowns.”
Neither of us was happy to be awake when both children still slept, but my husband saw the humor in the situation.
I’m still looking.
 I try to remind Alex to put the seat down when he’s done, but then, unfortunately, he leaves the seat down.
No matter what I do I seem to always get a wet seat.
It is horribly unfair – God’s little joke on me.
Once upon a time I prayed to be surrounded by men.
My prayer was answered, but with a twist.
I have two sons, a husband, two male dogs and two male cats.
Everybody pees standing up.
Now I pray for my very own toilet.
And, of course, someone else to clean it!
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