The Simplest Part of the Pooping Process

Yes, the dreaded lever.  So much effort.  So much to think about.  So hard to find?  Seriously??! I’m not exactly sure why my boys never, never, NEVER flush the toilet.  This may be one of life’s greatest mysteries… right up there behind the meaning of life and the disappearance of Amelia Earhart.  I’m baffled, befuddled, lost, confused – its not like I haven’t said,  “Flush the toilet!” or “Don’t forget to the flush the toilet!” or “Make sure you flush the toilet!” or even “Did you flush the toilet?”    This is a riddle that may never be solved.  I’m currently working on some Haiku titled “The Unflushed Haiku” (original name huh?) because its such an incredible enigma to me.

Maybe they’re just in a rush to get out of there?  Or maybe they forget?  Or, most likely, they don’t give a —–!  For the life of me, I don’t know.

One day maybe some smart scientists will discover why kids(or is it just boys?) never flush the toilet.  And we’ll never worry about unflushed toilets again.  OR… more likely, toilets will flush themselves – and parents of the future won’t ever have to deal with it.  ARRGH!

Stay tuned – my next whiny post is about dirty clothes that never ever NEVER make it into the laundry hamper.  So you’ve got that to look forward to!  (yeah, today i’m miffed about a dirty house.  could be the rice all over the floor i stepped on in the kitchen!)