Toilet Angst

Have I mentioned lately how much I dislike traditional Japanese toilets? I just came back from the bathroom and thought I would vent a little. I’m spending my afternoon here in the Yakuba, which, unfortunately, only has Japanese toilets. In the warmer weather, I would simply walk across the street to my house and enjoy the comforts of a western-style potty. Now it’s just too cold. I don’t want to have to bundle up just to go to the bathroom. If you always hated camping due to the lack of toileting facilities, try living in a country where the only positive thing to say is that at least I don’t have to find a bush; I can close a door. Most places have at least one tall potty. It’s usually at the back of the restroom, or in the one marked for wheelchair access (wow…handicapped accessibility – or lack thereof – is a whole ‘nother post!). Unfortunately, sometimes a Japanese toilet is simply unavoidable. It’s a unique experience for the kids, too. Even they cannot escape the toilet in the floor. Once, Holt accidentally stepped in the toilet in the men’s room. Fortunately it was before it had been used. On the up side, most of the tall toilets have heated seats. That’s a big treat during the wintertime believe me! I’m working hard to convince Aaron that we will NOT be bringing back a heated toilet seat!