I knew once school began the lure of the tiny urinals would convert Little E to a stand-up urinator, but I was delaying this as long as possible.
You see, last year I painted their bathroom wall a beautiful blue. I purchased a new shower curtain and coordinating rugs that I really loved and enjoyed. I'd walk into their bathroom and smile. I had actually successfully decorated a space in my home without the use of a designer. It was perfect.
And I wasn't about to let a bunch of urine destroy my dream.
But as I predicted, Little E began to ask to use the toilet standing up. And you know what, his aim was pretty decent.
What WAS I worried about anyway?
And then I remembered.
Little E must have been hallucinating before bath time on Monday. I think he believed the bathroom wall was on fire and was in need of a hose down. So he graciously provided the "water". He soaked the wall and even my leg as I was bent over putting the plug down in the tub. I'd say 0% actually made it into the toilet.
After the shock of being peed on wore off, I gave the bathroom and myself a good bleaching, but the smell of urine still lingers.
My beautiful bathroom has been transformed into a public restroom and for that, I am sad.