When I was a kid I remember watching sitcoms where they’d prank each other by flushing the toilet while someone was showering. Because I had sisters, we chose to fight with our mouths, not pranks, so I never dealt with this phenomenon…until now.
A two-bathroom upstairs home with a child with an obsession with water AND spinning is NOT a good combo for a relaxing shower. At. ALL.
I had to take a shower this morning. Had to. I told Hubz I was heading upstairs in a whisper. He-of-exceptional-auditory-abilities, aka, Tate, heard me. Of course, he had to come up, too. *sigh* We are on Code Red anxiety alert this morning, so I knew exactly what he was going to do…play with the toilet.
I spent 10 minutes darting in and out of the water stream. Hot, hot, hot…so I would turn it down…cold, cold, cold…and then back to a comfy temp…and then hot, hot, hot…ughhhh. Of course I had to shave my legs today…
I survived, but jeez, that shower was the furthest thing from relaxing. In fact, most showers at the House of Hope are a game of roulette.