I must confess, I have a few idiosyncrasies. Which is the nice way to say I'm on the path toward being the eccentric lady at church. Which is itself the nice way of saying I'm borderline nuts. One of these little, slightly odd behaviors involves using the bathroom. In our house we have 4.5 bathrooms. I use only one. The one true bathroom is connected to my bedroom; I pass 3 other options every time I go there to use it.
But it is mine!! I know it is cleaner, it has my Sudoku puzzle book in it, and it is in the far corner of the house so it takes longer for the kids to find me. The other day, though, in the middle of my shower, I noticed something that disturbed me greatly. I took a picture to disturb you, too.
See those name brand shower gels? That was our (unsuccessful) attempt to trick our preteen boys into thinking it's cool to use soap. Don't laugh too hard, it worked with deodorant. Well it sort of worked with the deodorant, anyway. The shampoo is the kids', too. The point is that is MY shower and those are MY BOYS' toiletries.
To make matters worse, I noticed this pile of clothes when I got out. It includes clothes from at least 4 of my 6 children. FOUR kids have undressed and thrown their clothes in MY BATHROOM in the last day.*
See the brush peeking out from under the cabinet, my DAUGHTER's brush? In fact, looking around the sink, I notice 1/3 of the mess is hers. Why no picture? Because of the other 2/3 of the mess, duh. Although I can guarantee you a mere 1/3 of it was still sizable.
So anyway, my kids have caught onto the one true bathroom and have decided to join me. That sort of defeats the point. It does explain, however, why the toilet seat is sometimes wet: even the three-year-old, whose bathroom experience can be summed up with "What's the point of lifting the seat, anyway?", has been venturing upstairs for bathroom visits.
My sanctuary has been invaded, time to buy a padlock. Maybe I really should just go with my long considered plan for outhouses?
* Honesty guilt is telling me I should mention that the red striped thing on the end is actually my swimsuit. As for the plastic bag? I have no idea, but it wasn't easily photoshopped out, so it stays. Um, not that I'm prone to photoshop out unsightly messes or anything. Not even honesty guilt is enough to admit that...