First, a story; then, a confession.
When we first moved into our house, I decided that our third bathroom should be used only when company came. That way, I reasoned, I’d merely dust that room when company came. Our potty trained child for some reason developed a fascination for that bathroom, and regularly at dinner would ask to use it. Lee and I both would indicate that he was not to use that bathroom, but his own. Life went on. After awhile, I realized that without use, the gypsum and other mineral-rich water in the toilet evaporated, leaving rings of mineral deposits that were nearly impossible to get off. Moreover, the blue stuff I put in the toilet concentrated without regular use, and was absorbed into the mineral ring, looking quite unsightly. Hardly the sparkling clean bathroom ready for company that I had envisioned. So, I started allowing David to use the bathroom in the day, sometimes. I figure it really doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t take that long to clean regularly, anyway.
Now the confession. Last week, I realized that Lee and I have not discussed this topic recently, and we are currently giving opposing instruction. I know it’s a small issue, and I’ve seen parents divided on much more significant topics. Still, children are smart. They discern the inconsistencies of their parents and use them to their advantage. I wonder if I’m overanalyzing (it wouldn’t be the first time). I don’t know that it’s a destructive thing; parents differ all the time on day-to-day circumstances that arise. The deployment of a spouse can naturally expose differences in how the household is run. And I know that godly parents must make choices sometimes that an ungodly parent might disagree with. But, it still makes me uncomfortable to feel needlessly divided. I guess I should talk with Lee and come to a decision.