Potty Talk


Automatic-flush toilets are ruining my life.

A bit overstated you think?

Well, as my nine-year-old son would be embarrassed for me to point out, those auto toilets have left him without the ability to flush a toilet.

Every lavatory at his school has the automatic ones (as do many of the locations we visit in the course of any given day), so the routine of flushing is gone the way of the television sans-remote.

This inability to manually operate the toilet has been a problem through the summer, and as we draw ever-near to the beginning of a new school year, he's finally getting the idea again, and I find myself only on the rare occasion having to call him to task. But pretty soon, he'll be back in the hallways of his school, returning once again to the land of the auto flushers.

And my bathrooms will once again be papered with post it notes demanding: "FLUSH THE TOILET!"

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About This Blog

Hi! I’m Mari Farthing and I’m a mother, wife and freelance writer and editor living in Moore. Originally from Wisconsin and formerly the editor of MetroFamily, my husband Tony and I made our home in Oklahoma via orders from the USAF after spending years living in Germany and Washington DC. When Tony retired from active duty in 2011, we became official “Oklahomies.” I’m a former multitasker and current work-at-home mom, which sometimes is an exercise in futility. I am interested in books, music, knitting, running, cooking, laughing and writing and occasionally I get bored and add a few more interests to fill up the final 15 minutes of my day.

I sometimes succeed, sometimes fail, and consistently rewrite the to-do list that manages my day.

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