I'm afraid to report that in the last few days, I've have come into contact with an S.T.D. The condition really manifests itself whenever I go to the toilet to do my business. I don't know how to cure this and how long it will take to disappear. The S.T.D is extremely unpleasant and always self evident. What do I do?
Now you might be thinking that I'm confessing to being in possession of a sexually transmitted disease - aren't you? No dear friends, this is much worse.
I'm coming into daily contact with a Shira Trail of Destruction.
This is demonstrated by the soggy toilet rolls that have been rescued in the vain hope they might be salvagable. Forget it. They go straight into the bin. The toilet paper that manages to survives, is really not worth keeping. I won't even tell you where I've found the toilet brush last week.
The Shira Trail of Destruction is slowly wreaking havoc in this household. I really don't know how much longer I can cope with it. We've tried putting a latch on the door, but it is not at all Shira-proof.
Does anyone have an idea of how to deal with this ailment? If only it were as easy as administering a shot of penicillin!
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-move the lastch up a notch - high enough that YOU have to stretch to reach it... Oh, man, I have so been there. Cleaning my house takes an extra hour a day because we had to lock every door in our house... so I that if I see my son walking upstairs, I know the only room he can access is his own.
I had to call a plumber recently to unclog our toilet... it was un-plungeable. THis is what prompted our lock installation. The plumber found it to be un-snakeable. My guess was a toy car. The plumber told me that he would have to remove the toilet from the base, and try to snake it from the other direction... if that didn't work, I would have to buy a new toilet. Luckily, it worked. And the plumber yelled downstairs to me, "Rachael, you were wrong! It's a toy TRUCK!"
Good thing kids are cute!
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