When I really get rolling with work, the hours can pass in and instance. I have to peel my waffled legs from my wire chair to periodically relieve myself. When I do, I typically scurry back to the warm glow of my monitor hastily.
Living with three potty-trained females, I am very conscious of lifting the toilet seat lid. Men, we all should be considerate to the squatters, plus it gives a bigger target so we can pick our nose, or scratch our backside while we make our deposit. I have grown accustom to sharing the work load, and do not typically lower the seat. My philosophy stems from something Deacon Bob told my bride and me during our wedding ceremony ten years ago. He said, "Marriage is like a pair of scissors, you can't cut anything without both sides working together." or something along those lines, I was a little impatient at that immediate moment, but my point is that I let the ladies lower the seat to use the commode. I lift it. Deacon Bob taught me that.
Ellie is finally becoming potty-trained, so we are also being re-trained on what we should and shouldn't do. The other afternoon, right after Abbie and the girls got home from their day at school, I was still working in my office. The girls were enjoying the warm early evening in the backyard playing. Abbie was cooking dinner.
Ellie ran in and proclaimed, "I have to to potty, REALLY, REALLY BAD!" Which is what she announces every time since she has been "converted".
Abbie told her to go to the bathroom. She did. Then she began to scream and holler. Abbie rushed to her aid.
A few minutes later, Abbie entered my office, draped her elbow on the edge of my desk and reminded me that I need to lower the toilet seat for Ellie's sake. "She just about got baptized!" she informed me. "Sorry" I said with a shit-eating grin.
About an hour or so later, after dinner, Abbie was drawing a bath for the girls. My bladder was screaming at me, and I jaunted to the downstairs restroom, quickly. I raised the toilet seat lid when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I nearly sprayed all over the porcelain throne as I giggled at what I saw.
