The TMI bathroom art post

I may have mentioned that I have five children, four of whom are boys.  Because of this, I have spent many an hour obsessing over bathroom cleanliness.  

I'm telling you now that the words bathroom, cleanliness and BOYS 

don't play very nicely together.  

Oh, I tried teaching them proper form.  

I did the old aim for the cheerio in the toilet "game".

I used positive reinforcement out the wazoo.

I finally resorted to unscrewing the toilet seat from the toilet, scrubbing the living daylights out of the toilet and soaking the hinges  and screws in bleach several times a week.  

I might add, that I am in no way a clean freak - it was THAT bad.

Naturally all four boys denied any culpability.
It. Drove. Me. Crazy.

I wanted to know who the culprit(s) were, and even thought about utilizing a nanny cam, but that was creepy and  I didn't want to get reported to social services.  
I just kept plugging along with my screwdriver and bleach as my older boys one by one left the nest.

Now, I only have one boy at home and the bathroom horror isn't what it used to be.  

Unfortunately, I have a new bathroom problem on my hands.

Certain people don't replace the toilet paper when it is empty.  In fact, they will leave the tiniest little scrap of paper on the roll so they can "legitimately" claim to have not used the last of it. 

And then I saw it (somewhere on Pintrest).  

A message that summed up what was churning inside me.

I downloaded some vintage paper and typed up my message. 

I put it in a lovely frame and it is now hanging over the toilet.

Oh yeah.

Just a  little love note from yours truly.

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