When Brady was little, he was obsessed with vacuuming. This is actually kind of funny since Eric and I met selling vacuum cleaners! Anyway, every morning after breakfast, he would vacuum the entire house. Brady was almost two. This went on for about a year and a half. Every morning. After breakfast. I'm not kidding. Even throughout the day, if he found a crumb on the floor or a fuzzy, he would want to get the cleaner out. We started to worry that he might have OCD. We talked with the pediatrician and she didn't seem to think it was cause for concern.
Fast forward 6 years later...and Brady has zero interest in vacuuming these days. I sure do miss that little boy. He was always so anxious and willing to help. He liked to keep his things nice and tidy. He once told my in-laws who were babysitting at the time, that they needed to put away the one toy before getting another one out to play. He always put the toilet seat down. He wasn't forgetful because his mind was distracted with all sorts of other things.
Last night I went into Brady's bathroom and I immediately thought he forgot to flush the toilet because the pee smell was so strong. Nope, that wasn't it at all. There was a nice puddle of pee on the floor next to the toilet. This never use to happen...but lately is it happening more and more often. And, I'm tired of it. The toilet seat cover was also wet. Because he's always in a hurry and careless, I have to now clean this up? Well, not anymore. I made him strip down to his undies and wear the big yellow rubber gloves to clean it up. I wanted to get a picture...but it wasn't the time. The part that makes me so mad, is that he was insulted that I was so upset and that he had to clean it up. After he cleaned up the floor and the sides of the toilet, he got a bath, and I did a more thorough cleaning and mopped the floor. Eric took apart the toilet seat and we gave it a good cleaning.
We're now making Brady sit his skinny butt on the toilet when he goes to the bathroom. At least for awhile until he can learn to be more careful and respectful. This is just one of those things I have little tolerance for.
I sure do miss that boy that vacuumed everyday. He loved to help...and he never talked back either. Oh well, at least I have the memories!