i was married young, young enough to be malleable, soft clay in the hands of a skilled potter. when tasked with laundry for the first time, i avoided the temptation to shirk the chore (like some might, hoping to be exempt in the future). instead, i sought guidance on proper sorting - separating lights from darks, delicates from dryer-safe items. that day, i definitely scored some points!
however, there was one domestic aspect i wasn't prepared for: the toilet seat debate. growing up in Italy, toilet seats weren't commonplace. they were a luxury we simply didn't have. and when i moved out of the home, i had always lived with men, and never worried about it. so, the first night in our new home together, i unknowingly left the seat up. disaster struck in the form of a midnight scream, thinking we were being attacked by an intruder, when in fact, a bare ass had made contact with a naked bowl. the cold of the porcelain greeted her with the rage of a Antarctic winter.
a heated discussion ensued - toilet seat etiquette 101, who's responsible for the up/down position, etc. determined to avoid future nighttime disruptions, i made a personal decision: i would always sit when using the toilet at home. this way, the issue would never arise again. of course, when in a public restroom, i take full advantage of the sacred urinal.
we eventually divorced, but i can say with utmost confidence, that it wasn't because of the toilet seat! : )
HAHAHA thi sis such a good comment. I have been woken up after falling asleep for a bare ass to toilet bowl contact. It is too bad you divorced. I'm sure you both had your reasons since you were good at laundry and toilet etiquette.
i was married young, young enough to be malleable, soft clay in the hands of a skilled potter. when tasked with laundry for the first time, i avoided the temptation to shirk the chore (like some might, hoping to be exempt in the future). instead, i sought guidance on proper sorting - separating lights from darks, delicates from dryer-safe items. that day, i definitely scored some points!
however, there was one domestic aspect i wasn't prepared for: the toilet seat debate. growing up in Italy, toilet seats weren't commonplace. they were a luxury we simply didn't have. and when i moved out of the home, i had always lived with men, and never worried about it. so, the first night in our new home together, i unknowingly left the seat up. disaster struck in the form of a midnight scream, thinking we were being attacked by an intruder, when in fact, a bare ass had made contact with a naked bowl. the cold of the porcelain greeted her with the rage of a Antarctic winter.
a heated discussion ensued - toilet seat etiquette 101, who's responsible for the up/down position, etc. determined to avoid future nighttime disruptions, i made a personal decision: i would always sit when using the toilet at home. this way, the issue would never arise again. of course, when in a public restroom, i take full advantage of the sacred urinal.
we eventually divorced, but i can say with utmost confidence, that it wasn't because of the toilet seat! : )
HAHAHA thi sis such a good comment. I have been woken up after falling asleep for a bare ass to toilet bowl contact. It is too bad you divorced. I'm sure you both had your reasons since you were good at laundry and toilet etiquette.