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When my son first peed standing up my husband and I both stood there with a tear in our eyes but for many different reasons.



For my husband it was this glorious right of passage between a father and son. His first born son had become a man in his eyes. For me however it was knowing that from that moment on my life would never be the same. I knew the war had started.



When my son announces he has to pee I feel the sinking feeling in my tummy cause I know its coming. So off he goes and stands on the stool with his hands on his hips in triumph. As the pee flows he squeals with delight and watches it fly. No point in aiming he enjoys it going in every different direction. He closes the lid and flushes the toilet, leaving the bathroom to come give me a high five. Im so proud of him but so sad for me cause I know its building.



So after tucking my little monkeys to bed I grab my weapons of war. I arm myself with a rag, two different cleaners and a scrub brush and head off to battle.



I spray the first cleaner and let it set for a few and scrub it down then I spray with another cleaner and wipe it down, then there is on the sides, behind the toilet and yes the walls and floors.



Feeling satisfied with the job I have done I stand back to admire its gleaming existence and watch the porcelain shine in the bathroom light know it will only last til the 1:30am potty break from my little man.



I leave the bathroom but I feel something is not right. I have not won here, something is arye. I think I have been had. I open the door again and the smell hits me. It still smells like a mens room. I look at the toilet puzzled and search it for pee. The smell is there but I see no sign of pee anywhere...what is this physiological war fair? I spray it down one more time just to be sure its gone...five min passes and it starts to creep up my nose. The smell has returned.



I have lost the battle. I clean it every night I scrub it down I wipe it clean I get the nooks and cranys but alas I have lost. The toilet is loosing too....the real victor in this battle is the pee.



Darn pee. I think to myself "one day I will win this battle, one day David will aim into the toilet and I will have won!" Then I remember.....

I have another son

will the nightmare ever end??????????