So you go into the bathroom, you need a wee, and you've waited too long coz you just Had to answer that thread online, and you just Love that song so you had to wait until it had finished...
And its the smell that hits you first. Followed by the sight of the sanitary pad, soiled, dripping, and laying over the cup holder attached to the mirror. *sigh* But you've got to wee first. So you lift up the lid...
And thank God you're in the habbit of looking before sitting! Even when you're desperate. The remains in the bowl are foul and its splashed all over the seat. That bit looks like its just about to drip off onto the floor so you have to catch it with a piece of tissue paper...
And the tissue paper rips as you do so.
So you cross your legs, and wipe around the mess, dispose of the pad, and run the taps to clean everything; Cif first, to remove the 'dirt', disinfectant last, to kill the germs, and bleach in the bowl. And all the while you know the worst job - for sheer argumentative tendancy - is still to come...
Just as you finish, she comes in - this is your chance! "I was looking for you!! In you come...." and all you get is "no, no I'm not going to. I don't want to". So you sit down, in the vain hope that "Well I can wait all day" is going to do Anything as you attempt to pursuade her to allow you to get the soiled clothes off and fresh and clean on....
But she stands over you, and pretends she doesn't care until she starts screaming and banging and rattling the door handle and she's screaming and you're underneath her and all you can do is close your eyes and try to breathe and wait until she steps back and you can get up and get out...
And when you do, she goes into the lounge and sits down on *your chair* (the one without the protective cover - of course).
And you know you shouldn't do it. You know it only distresses her, and you shouldn't insist she does something she doesn't want to do. But you keep trying to get her to just keep herself clean.
And when she won't, the only thing you can do is come online again and have a rant. And maybe a little cry. And you still haven't had your wee.
And its the smell that hits you first. Followed by the sight of the sanitary pad, soiled, dripping, and laying over the cup holder attached to the mirror. *sigh* But you've got to wee first. So you lift up the lid...
And thank God you're in the habbit of looking before sitting! Even when you're desperate. The remains in the bowl are foul and its splashed all over the seat. That bit looks like its just about to drip off onto the floor so you have to catch it with a piece of tissue paper...
And the tissue paper rips as you do so.
So you cross your legs, and wipe around the mess, dispose of the pad, and run the taps to clean everything; Cif first, to remove the 'dirt', disinfectant last, to kill the germs, and bleach in the bowl. And all the while you know the worst job - for sheer argumentative tendancy - is still to come...
Just as you finish, she comes in - this is your chance! "I was looking for you!! In you come...." and all you get is "no, no I'm not going to. I don't want to". So you sit down, in the vain hope that "Well I can wait all day" is going to do Anything as you attempt to pursuade her to allow you to get the soiled clothes off and fresh and clean on....
But she stands over you, and pretends she doesn't care until she starts screaming and banging and rattling the door handle and she's screaming and you're underneath her and all you can do is close your eyes and try to breathe and wait until she steps back and you can get up and get out...
And when you do, she goes into the lounge and sits down on *your chair* (the one without the protective cover - of course).
And you know you shouldn't do it. You know it only distresses her, and you shouldn't insist she does something she doesn't want to do. But you keep trying to get her to just keep herself clean.
And when she won't, the only thing you can do is come online again and have a rant. And maybe a little cry. And you still haven't had your wee.