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by Deena Remiel
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I think we can all agree that when all
else fails, our bathroom is the last refuge for privacy and “alone” time.
Whether we’ve renovated it to three times its original size in order to look
like a spa or only picture it as such in our minds, it is our bathroom that
holds the key to peace and solitude.
Besides the basics that our bathroom
offers us, as multi-taskers, we utilize the space far beyond its potential. My
bathroom, for example, turns into so many great spaces as I enter. It becomes a
library, an office, an idea generator, and a fortress that no one shall enter
without begrudging permission.
And so, it is with great distress that
I must share some troubling news. My bathroom has been invaded! This invasion
did not occur suddenly. No, the invaders took their time, over a period of days
and weeks, leaving pieces of themselves on the toilet tank and the counter,
even in the toothbrush holder. Mascara, eyeliner, hairbands and hairpins, a
brush, perfume, a shirt or pair of shorts, and hairspray have at some point
found their way into my safe haven. I believe these invaders to be
professionals at usurping territory. So be on the lookout!
Of course, with today’s technology, I
was able to determine just who the insurgents were that decided my bathroom was
worthy of infiltration. Okay, so really, I yelled at the top of my lungs that
if those previously mentioned items weren’t quickly removed I would throw them
away. A flurry of footsteps down the stairs solidified their identity. I have
four words to say at this point. God bless my daughters. They took their
contraband and headed back to their own rooms, but like an insidious disease,
those items crept right back in over the course of another week.
Why is it such a horrible thing to find
their menagerie continuously in my bathroom?Let me explain. We have two full
baths in the house, one upstairs for the girls and one downstairs in our master
bedroom (has NO door). We also have a powder room. Since I am the first to wake
in the morning, I claimed this tiny closet of a bathroom so I wouldn’t wake the
hubby. Everyone is free to use it throughout the day, but there shouldn’t be
anything left behind because everyone has their own bathroom. It’s such a tiny
space that even one item left in it clutters the space.
Why, oh why then do the girls insist on
cramming into this tiny box when a beautifully sized bathroom awaits them
upstairs by their own bedrooms? I’ve yet to come up with a good answer. The
only one that resonates in my brain is that they are bound and determined to
take over the entire house. Well, I’ve decided to fight back! Boundaries,
girls! I must protect my sacred space!
Here’s my plan… Okay, I don’t have one,
yet. I need help! I am calling upon all you strong women out there who know
what kind of angst and pain I’m going through.
Help me create a foolproof plan to stave off any more attacks on my
little hovel of a bathroom. What should I do? I’m not beyond groveling, so the
top 3 ideas will get some swag from me.
