And I don't know what to do!
Ok, I do know what to do NOW...but last night was a different story.
I had run downstairs to get a new roll for our upstairs bathroom (I don't keep any in William's room for obvious reasons!) and when I opened the cupboard and picked out a new roll I discovered that it was soaking wet. Whatever. I tossed it aside and grabbed another one. It, too, was soggy. After inspecting ALL FIVE rolls, and discovering that they were ALL wet I had a panic attack - we were all out of toilet paper - and it was almost midnight on a Sunday night!
(I should clarify - there was a teentsy weentsy amount of paper on the existing roll.)
I called to John, telling him we had a leak under the faucet. He inspected it, thanked me for finding it (of course, hunny!), and announced that it was no biggie; he just needed to replace a line/valve and it would be fine. Sure. Whatever. But that didn't solve the toilet paper dilemma.
I decided that nothing could be done about it at the moment and went to bed - warning dear husband not to use all the paper in the morning. (He's up before me, so has a distinct toilet paper advantage.)
So...I'm still here. And still lacking toilet paper. Again, nothing can be done about it right now, as my son is napping. Arugh....
Here's to being able to hold it for as long as I can! Otherwise I'm off to the pool! (Not to pee in it, of course...there's a bathroom there!)