Rules of the Toilet Seat

I am thankful that my husband knows the rules of the toilet seat. My father sure as hell doesn't. But we'll get to him in a minute. My husband though, he's an angel. When he lifts the seat-yes he lifts the seat to pee! (I know, I know, you're all jealous already!), he is kind enough to place the seat back down! No late night groggy eyed ass dipping into cold water for me! I am so grateful for this man. He has perfect aim as well & keeps it all in the toilet, never splashing on the rim either. Ah bliss thy name is tidy husband. Now my father on the other hand? For the love of all that's holy! I have to work with the man. I could kill him and no law in the land would convict me. He leaves the seat up, has piss poor aim (pardon the pun please) and is a royal pain in my behind. I am constantly having to remind him to put the seat down & to clean up after himself-every where in our office! I am beginning to remember why I moved out as soon as I could. There are rules to living or working with females and my father blatantly ignores all of them. I used to hate this when I lived in their house. My number one pet peeve has got to be: put the toilet seat AND the lid back down when you are done! I have dogs at home & I don't like them drinking out of the toilet because they'll leave water all over the seat & we all know that dogs won't wipe up dripped water after themselves & sitting on that water bbrings to mind the horrid thought that maybe just maybe, the dogs WEREN'T the last ones to use that toilet. Then there are the cats & I don't want them falling in to a toilet or dropping/bouncing their toys into the toilet either. But at work, I have to constantly remind my dear dad to PUT THE FUCKING TOILET SEAT DOWN! I don't care as much about the lid-even though my OCD just writhes at the thought of it being left up, I can deal with it. I talked this over with my husband & he constantly reminds me that no court in the land would convict me as long as a jury of my peers consisted of men & women with OCD. My stepson is 8, almost 9, years old & he is terrible about the bathroom rules. Not just the toilet seat but the entire set of bathroom rules: toothpaste on the walls, wet towels crumpled on the rod, soap flung on the shower curtain, tissues all around the garbage can, & pee on the rim & seat. I refuse to step foot in that bathroom & make my husband clean it up. I won't touch that fuckig mess. It ain't mine! His progeny so his pee to deal with. At work, I go throug the place at the end of every week & dump the garbage cans, scrub down the bathrooms, vacuum the floors, & wipe down the counters-I have to. Mentally & physically I HAVE to do it.. I fretted about this while I was in the therapy center because I know it wasn't getting done while I was gone. I was frantic. I think that was one of the things that motivated me ti get the hell out of there: toilet seats left up & over flowing garbage cans at my office. Rules of the Toilet Seat 1. Lift it BEFORE using it 2. Wipe it off the rim if necessary-paper towels/tissues are available in the bathroom! 3. Lower the seat back down when done 4. All used paper towels/tissues go IN the bag IN the garbage can 5. Feminine napkins DON'T get flushed nimrods-wrap them & place them in the garbage. Pretty simple in my opinion. I'm beginning to think that classes in this etiquette should be offered in schools from Kindergarten & refreshed at the start of every school year all the way through college & the military if necessary. You would think that common sense dictates that every one adhere to these simple rules of common bathroom courtesy. Nope.