I live in a household primarily inhabited by men, being in the minority means that toilet seats are usually left in the up position. Being a capable gal, I can put the seat down by myself. I don’t mind usually, frankly there are bigger battles; I just get a little cranky when I forget, and fall in during nighttime trips to the bathroom. Well evidentially Karma is female and doesn’t really care about my opinion on the subject.
Now that my son is a “big boy”, I’ve been trying very hard to let go of my tendency to hover. This means that I let him play on the deck with minimal supervision, or walk down the driveway to the shop alone, while I watch out a window, without him knowing. I know, I have a long way to go…but THINGS CAN HAPPEN!
Last night I practiced my non-hovering skills. James asked to take a bath and I told him to get ready by undressing and going potty, while I took care of some laundry downstairs. He dutifully trooped into the bathroom, and started to get ready, while l put laundry into the washing machine while listening with my bat-like supermom hearing. Roughly 30 second in, James starts crying hysterically. “That’s what I get for trying not to smother my child with hovering,” I thought as I rushed up the stairs to find him, sans pants, shuffling towards the stairs, tears streaming down his cheeks. The dreaded had happened.
I was tearfully informed that the toilet had bitten him, and sure enough there was an angry red mark across his tenders. James likes to reach across and touch the seat, or giggle the handle when he goes and I think he might have pulled the lid down. Anyway, there was lots of hissing through clenched teeth as I dutifully checked “the area.” I had visions of crushed grapes, but checking made him giggle, and a cool bath soothed the pain away. By the end of his bath James was his usually self, i.e. super upset about having to go to bed. But at least he had forgotten about the toilet lid pinching his privates. Note to men of all ages, Karma likes the seat down.