Mr Sweetie is a polite and considerate person.
Being polite and considerate he likes to leave the toilet lid in the non-functional but aesthetically pleasing DOWN position.
I'm more in favor of the less aesthetically pleasing but fully functional Leave It Up So I Can Make It There Quick position.
We have two bathrooms. One is conveniently located two giant steps away from the Office. This is very important when I have guzzled forty-eleven cups of coffee before 8 AM.
The other bathroom is about a mile away, further if you've had more than your fair share of caffeine.
Sadly the convenient bathroom is out of comission. First there was a minor leak. Then a big flood.
Do you know the rules of gravity? That "shit rolls down hill" theory?
Water follows the same rules.
My FIL came over yesterday to "fix" the toilet.
Mr. Sweetie elected to have some manly assistance because he has issues with my ability to follow directions. And his two bum shoulders do not appreciate lifting a toilet's weight.
FIL says "Uh-oh"
The subfloor is wet. Because water just had to follow the rules.
The throne is now majestically parked in the middle of the bathroom. The subfloor is drying. Slowly.
Look on the bright side. Now I can finish the paint job I started ten years ago.
Bead board. Wouldn't bead board look GREAT in there? Maybe a new sink too. I never did like that sink.
I think some new towels might be in order. Since the good ones are in a heap on the floor after being used to mop up toilet water. Just sayin'.
Anyway. In the meantime I'm going to have to:
a.) cut down on the coffee (not an option)
b.) run faster (not happening)
vault the dog gate and whiz (heh heh) into the far-away bathroom.
Where the lid is aesthetically.stubbornly.irritatingly. DOWN.
Please God don't let me pee on the seat.
'Cause I'm the Cleaner-Upper and I don't want to go there.