Is it just me or do the little things drive you crazy? We have two bathrooms in our house, one outside S’s room. There are three girls in the house that pee sitting down and use toilet paper. For several mornings I’ve found the toilet used by S’s room and not flushed. I didn’t do it. Rachel did not do it. Who does that leave? Yeah, that’s what I think, too. Reasonable assumption, right? S has the alarm on her door inconsistently at night. I can’t put it on M’s because Joshua is also in the room. But I shut S’s door before I go to bed. I merely told her to flush the toilet when she uses it in the middle night. Guess what she said? Right. I DIDN’T DO IT. Right. Why can’t she tell the truth on this little teeny bit of nothing. I don’t understand. I know why, why, why. It just makes me crazy. Just flush the darn toilet. So now I’m putting the alarm back on at night because I don’t trust her because she won’t tell me the truth and heaven only knows what else she may be doing. I know it’s silly but it’s a constant reminder that I can’t trust her.