The Scott Family's toilet philosophy has been officially revised.
Months ago, I realized my brilliant earth saving technique - if it's yellow, let it mellow. If it's brown, flush it down. - is just not feasible when kids are involved.
I really don't want Cryin Ryan growing up thinking its appropriate to pee in people's toilets and let it marinate.
I also reconsidered my toilet dogma when I got pregnant and started throwing up every time I ate something.
The last thing I wanted to deal with while simultaneously vomiting and peering my pants was having my face inches away from pee soup.
I'm kind of a psycho when it comes to bathroom cleanliness. I clean my bathrooms 3 times a week.
Now that I have morning sickness and spend an obscene amount of time staring down toilet bowls, I'm even crazier. After a couple weeks of scrubbing bathrooms everyday, I finally dedicated one of the main floor bathrooms as my "puke sanctuary".
No one is allowed to #1 or #2 or #3 in my safe place.
I think I will add some vanilla candles and play some Enya.
It's probably one of the best idea's I've had in weeks.
