Living with six kids and three adults, our house can become at times chaotic- to say the least.
From cries of 'Get off me!' 'Leave me alone!' to the girls screaming from the moment they wake up to the minute they are separated at bedtime, there is one cry which is screamed more often than any other...
'There is no toilet paper!'
Luckily we have three toilets, so sometimes I am able to scrabble together a few sheets and hand them over to the wanting person, but weirdly we seem to run completely out of toilet paper a heck of a lot.
Thinking he was being helpful (bless him for trying), my partner decided to get a haul of 36 toilet rolls to get us through the next two weeks. I don't know if his intention was to help save the planet by getting recycled toilet rolls, or if he simply ordered the most he could at one time- but we have all suffered from his mistake.
Recycled- from what?! Branches and twigs?!
I was lucky to not be scarred from childbirth, but the money he saved on this paper will be needed to pay for the scarring I have acquired over the past few days.
Pain in the ass does not cover it.
Sorry to be so crass but I feel like this is a public health warning.
Don't tell my partner but I squirreled a few extra sheets of toilet roll from Mc Donald's earlier so I could have some light relief. Actually, don't tell Mc Donald's either. I don't know how they would feel about me taking their toilet roll- though I could call it tax because they put the price up on Happy Meals. £1.99 was a bargain, over £2.19 is not.
Anyway, You have been warned. About the toilet roll, and the (un) Happy Meals.
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