We women have spent YEARS attempting to train our husbands (and boyfriends/brothers/fathers/sons) to put the toilet seat back down afte they pee. YEARS, I tell you. Have you been successful? Because I have not. I don’t even think Adam hears the words coming out of my mouth once he realizes it’s a “nag” statement.
It’s just ridiculous the number of times I’ve mentioned (and nicely, at that!) how it would be really helpful and much less unsightly if Adam would *PLEASE* just close the toiled lid when he’s finished. I’ve pretty much given up on that – hell, at this point I’m just happy if he manages to actually FLUSH the damn toilet when he’s finished…
…which is why I found it absolutely, knee-smackingly, pee-my-pants (literally, thanks to my currently being 8 months pregnant) hilarious when my husband and I recently had this conversation:
Adam:(calling to me from the bathroom) Hey is there somewhere for me to putÂ this stupid Dora potty seat of Ellie’s?
Me: Yes,Â Honey,Â there’s a hookÂ on the side of the toilet. Just hang the seatÂ rightÂ on it, please don’t leave it on the floor.
Adam:(coming out of the bathroom) Well I guess it’s cool that it came with a hook. Hey, you know what we should do? We should train Ellie to put her seat away when she’s finishedÂ using it.
Me: Oh, so it won’t be so annoying when the next person goes to use the toilet?
Adam: Yeah, it’s such a pain in the ass to have to deal with that every time I pee. I mean, she’s old enough to learn how to putÂ her seat away, right?
Me:Â ONE WOULD THINK.
He still doesn’t get the irony.