I have a love-hate relationship with our back bathroom. As grateful as I am to even have a second bathroom, I can't help but get irritated with it.
First, what I love about our back bathroom:
- We have one.
- The shower head. It's one of those big ones. It's lovely to stand under after a long day.
- If someone is camped out in the front, we have the back one.
- The size of the shower. It's very large. Compared to the coffin in the front bathroom, it's as spacious as a mansion. Okay. That's a slight exaggeration, but in the front shower, two people in there regardless of the size of the people means that one person's butt will be kissing the cold, tile wall.
That's about it. They are all good points, but there are things I hate about that back bathroom. Just a few things:
- The cockroaches. While I haven't seen any for a while (knocking on wood), this is the bathroom where I was doing my business and a large one came out from under the vanity, scaled the heater, and turned to look at me as if contemplating the possibility of leaping onto me. (Blog post here.) It's from whence the cockroaches came and infested my underwear drawer. (Other blog post here.) As you can see, it's been a sore spot for me.
- The size. It's teeny. Yes, the shower is huge, but the rest of it is minuscule. Matter of fact, the shower is larger than the other "half" of the bathroom. The toilet is flanked by the shower on one side and the sink/vanity on the other. Two adults in the bathroom are too many. I suppose, that could be the case regardless the size of your bathroom, depending on what you are doing. (g)
- If you need to do anything other than pee, you must use the front bathroom. Why? Well, whoever added this room on didn't do the pipes right, so it cannot handle poop. This is not good when you have two people hit by Mother Nature at the same time. (g) It doesn't happen often, but it is inconvenient. Oh, and if you happen to get the stomach flu, you can't use it either. You must rush your ass to the front one and hope you don't toss your cookies before you get there. (Having just had the stomach flu a few days ago, I can attest to how inconvenient that is. I would have preferred lying on the floor in our bedroom instead of the hall floor.)
- Until Charlie fixed it, it leaked, which made our walls wet, which attracted the cockroaches, which... You get the point. Whoever redid the bathroom didn't do it right, so now we have to be vigilant about any cracks in the grout. I have no desire to repeat cockroaches in my underwear drawer. O.O
- The décor. Yes, I can paint the walls, but there's not much I can do about the bland tan floor tiles nor the awful white wall tiles. I don't know why people like white tiles. Have you ever tried to keep those clean? If I wanted to live in a sanitarium, I would. I don't. Some day, we'll gut that sucker and do it right.
- It's not self-cleaning. (g) Okay, this is not the fault of the bathroom. No bathroom is self-cleaning. It would be really nice if they were. (g)
See, it's a love-hate relationship. I'm grateful to have it, yet I wish it were different than it is. Love-hate. Love-hate. Some days, it's easier to love it than others. (g)