Friday, April 11, 2008

Mr. Peevie's Peeve

"You know what I'm tired of?" Mr. Peevie asked me last night, with a hint of quiet desperation in his voice. There are so many possible answers to that question.

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "Having your sentences finished by a 7-year-old?"

"No."

"Being contradicted by a 12-year-old?"

"No."

"Having a 10-year-old in bed between us every night?"

"No."

"Homework?"

"No, although last night I was helping three kids with homework at the same time--and one of them wasn't even mine!" (That's another blog post for another time.)

"Picking up my underwear in the bathroom?" I asked reluctantly.

"Well, yes, but that's nothing new," Mr. Peevie said.

"OK, I give up. What are you tired of?" I said.

"I'm tired of flushing other people's poop," he said, shaking his head like a man who is slowly letting go of his dreams. "I just flushed two different poops in two different bathrooms, and I just wish that people would learn to flush their own shit."

I do not think that is asking too much.

4 comments:

GUNNY said...

Having just executed 2 such flushes of content I did not produce, I completely understand.

I guess having 4 kiddos ensures that there's a greater than zero chance of that pass-time on a daily basis for me.

E. Peevie said...

Thank you for your support.

"Flushes of content I did not produce"--nice rhetorical flourish, there, Gunny.

Rache said...

Tell me about it! I'm a nursery nurse, and the kids just *keep* forgetting, so someone has to do it, because if the parents saw each and every toilet with, ahem, stuff in it, they'd complain. I'm sick of it too!

jeanie said...

This is me . . . laughing out loud! I am sure that will help Mr. Peevie feel much better about things.