Have I ever told you that children are dirty? Well they are. They are dirty in this non supposing, lacking awareness, annoying sort of way.
One of the areas of the house that I have learned not to share is the bathroom. Why don’t I share the bathroom…well because my boys are so rough on a bathroom that I cannot stand the smell of it.
Allow me to recount some of what I’ve discovered in the bathroom:
- shit spread across my white tiled walls;
- toothpaste that somehow made its way to the toilet seat, the toilet paper holder and the wall;
- old, dried smelly urine all over the toilet seat;
- urine stains on the back of my toilet;
- a floor that is sticky with I don’t know what; and
- a smell that tricks you into thinking that you are in the restroom of an old dirty bar.
Whenever I clean the bathroom, within 24-48 hours it is nasty again. It smells like a public train station restroom. I ask them over and over whether they notice the smell…and they say they do but they aren’t compelled to say or do anything about it.
At home I have become the “Bathroom Czar”…now I track their use of the bathroom. I listen for the flush, I listen for the hand cleaning and when I can, I stand by the door so that I can go check the bathroom for mess after each use. When I find a mess, I scream and have the culprit come clean it up…asking him why would he leave it there and not do something about it.
I mean they’ve been using the bathroom independently for about 4 years now…you would think they would have mastered the routine of picking up the seat, aiming, flushing and washing their hands…but no. It is disgusting.
I am afraid to let the dog near it for fear he’ll smell it and think it is an ok place for him to use the bathroom as well..so I keep the door closed which only makes it worse!
I am constantly cleaning it; spraying it, wiping it down, etc. to prevent it from smelling. Luckily we have 2 bathrooms so I refuse to allow my boys to use the other for I don’t think I could bare to have both of them smelling like an old urinal. Don’t get me wrong…I’ve always wanted boys. I never envisioned myself with Daddy’s little girl. I am excited to have boys. They make more sense to me…but if someone would have told me about this phase, I swear it would have given me cause for pause. Boys are nasty, dirty, smelly beings and I am pretty confident that I was never like that as a child.
A while back I mentioned how I ask Santa for a gift each year. This year, my gift is that my boys become aware of themselves and begin to exercise greater care in the bathroom.
Is having a toilet that I am unafraid to use too much to ask for…really.