Pissing in The Dark

My 11 year old son, E, can never close a cabinet, turn off a light, hang up a wet towel or flush the toilet.  Funny really.  When he was 3 years old and he discovered how the toilet worked, we couldn't get him to stop flushing the toilet.  I remember him watching the sistern fill up as the filler float (I actually Googled "the parts of a toilet" to find out what the floaty thingie is called) moved up towards the top of the sistern.  He would stand there for several minutes, flushing and watching.   These days, he is in too much of a hurry to waste time on flushing.  And don't even get me started on hand washing.  It's a miracle that we don't all have gastrointestinal problems all the time or salmonella or bubonic plague.

We've lived in our house for almost 2 years, so now all of the lightbulbs are starting to blow.  The bulb in the hallway outside the bathroom blew about 2 months ago.  That was one of the lights E always left on, so we haven't replaced it.  Just last week, the lightbulb in the powder room blew.  That's another light that he can't manage to turn off.  Personally, I have always preferred  pissing in the dark.  I find it quiet and relaxing;  I guess it's a sensory thing.  My husband finds it weird and unusual, but then, it isn't practical for men to piss in the dark, while for us women, it's not a problem.   I have no intention of replacing the lightbulb in the powder room, although it does make it challenging to get the toothpaste on my toothbrush at night.  It's still less irritating than turning off the light several times a day;  sometimes it seemed that every time I turned the light off, SOMEONE turned it back on.  Maybe it's just my perception of events which could  be wrong.

I think I have finally settled on the title of my autobiography, were I to write it;  Pissing in The Dark.  It is on my "Bucket List".  Becoming a first time parent at 46 is challenging in itself.  Then adding the fact that we adopted an infant who is biracial, a different color than my husband and me and who turned out to have intense rage because he lost his birthmother is a story that should be told.  It is a miracle that we are still alive to tell the tale.

 

 

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