I suppose I should be happy the babe goes pee and poop in the potty on her own. A while back, I would have never believed we'd arrive at a place where she can walk upstairs by herself, go to the potty, wash her hands, and come back down to re-join the little guy and I. But here we are. The only problem with our arrangement is that the babe never flushes the toilet. Good for for the environment, bad for me.
Pretty much every time I run upstairs to use the bathroom I am confronted with a yucky looking toilet bowl. The babe tends to do quite a few smaller number twos throughout the day and will just leave them floating there.
Again, I know I shouldn't complain, but given the fact that I rarely get to use the toilet alone, it would be nice to actually enter a bathroom with a toilet that "appears" to be clean.
In the grand scheme of things...this is not a big deal. I know things are going to get a lost more disgusting (again) when it comes time to train the little guy. But for now, I'd love to be able to just sit down on a clean toilet and do my business. Ah, to dream.
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