I’m deep into holiday decorating and now my toilet seat has an underbite. The threat of company has others garlanding hallways, but not me. I’m disgruntled at the ancient toilet seat in the guest bathroom. This is where I went wrong.
“David, let’s buy a new seat. Can you put it in today?”
“Suze, I’m busy with other things. I’ll get to it.”
“But I want one in time for Christmas.”
“Suze, I’ll get to it.”
Oh me of little faith. Time between spouses expands like in the movie, “Interstellar.” One hour in my husband’s mind is like seven years in mine.
So off I went to shop for kid’s coats, a dog collar, brownie mixes and, lo and behold, the Big Box Store had a section of toilet seats. Granted it was a teeny section, I’m talking a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it corner aisle. But as my timesaver mentality so often whispers, “Well, I’m already here.”
So I tossed one into the cart. Now it did run through my mind that it seemed a bit small, but aren’t all toilet seats one-size-fits-all?
So the Pocket General (an endearment from my husband) gets home and issues a directive, “David, guess what? I went ahead and bought a new toilet seat. Can you put it in today?”
After all, I did the heavy lifting of steppin’ and fetchin’ and now all he has to do is switch out the seats. This is what partnership looks like.
That evening I left for a meeting, and upon returning home, I went into the guest bathroom for inspection, and there on the top of the toilet lid was a green post-it note from my lieutenant:
“You’re not going to be happy.”
The seat fell short of the porcelain end, and like my daughter’s new dog, the toilet had an underbite.
What is the meaning of this?
“Suze, you bought the wrong size.”
“Well, if you knew that, why did you install it anyway?”
“Because you’re always in denial about making mistakes.”
Who me? We both nearly wet ourselves laughing.
The next day I returned the “defective seat” and David went to buy a new one with me calling out as he left, “And this time, don’t mess up!”
Upon returning from Home Depot, this was Lesson No. 1, according to my beloved husband, “Suze, the first thing the guy asked me was ‘what size do you need?’ You see? That’s the kind of question a home repair professional will ask, and you don’t find them at Kmart.” I wanted to do this myself as a friend of mine had some trouble with a so called professional coming to install a new bath. It was fine for the first few days until it became a disaster. The bathroom was flooded. So she had to call up an emergency plumber who recommended that she looked into plumbers public liability quotes to file a claim against the original plumber. You call these professionals to help, otherwise you would do these tasks yourself.
Do I look like Nicole Curtis of Rehab Addict? I never said you’d find a tool belt in my wardrobe closet. Wreaths? Check. Twinkling lights? Check. A new toilet seat in the guest bathroom? Double check! All I care about is that my holiday decorating is now complete. Is that too much to ask for, Santa? Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.