hi mom

So, I'm turning into my mother*.

A little background:
In our old house we had 2 bathrooms. One bathroom had a tub, no shower. One bathroom had a shower, no space. Seriously the world's smallest shower. They both had toilets.

In our new house we have a master bathroom, 2 full bathrooms and a half bath. All these bathrooms have toilets. So let's count them, 4 toilets in the house. We have 4 boys, whom I affectionately like to call my little fire hydrants.

Tangent:
Why oh why oh why can't boys hit the target?

Back to our topic:
We had friends over unexpectedly Sunday night. Their little girl needed to use the bathroom, I graciously offered the half bath, our "guest bath" if you will. As they walked towards the bathroom I realized the error of my ways. The boy responsible for cleaning that bathroom on Saturday had been gone with dad all day and it never was cleaned. It wasn't clean. The easiest accessible bathroom for my four little fire hydrants. Horror.

I offered my apologies when they returned, knowing how gross the bathroom had been. She kindly reminded me that she is the mother of 3 boys and completely understood. Very gracious of her, but still embarrassing for me.

Sort of related to our topic:
Then this morning, in that same bathroom, the toilet overflowed. Again. The second time in the one month we've lived here. Not just a little water scarily rising to the top of the bowl. The whole sha-bang. Niagara Falls like water cascading onto the floor, soaking into the 1 day old bathroom rug and filling most of the room up. With toilet water. Oh joy.

Sort of related in a different way to our topic:
I scooped up the new bathroom rug, threw it in the washer to be washed, and threw in a few towels just because. Now I have a whole matching set of dark blue towels, that match my newly washed new bathroom rug. Towels that used to be different colors.

Is anyone still reading, because I'm almost to the conclusion of all this rambling:
All this "guest bathroom" drama has turned me into my mother I tell you! Here's the proof:

There are three, no, two (they can't use the master bathroom either) other toilets in this house that can be used for their varying needs, which may or may not include, hitting the target (in case you are wondering, that would be THE WATER). Hitting the walls, ceiling, baseboards, bathroom rug, your own shoes, the bathtub and maybe a brother or two, is completely up to the child in question.

_We will have one bathroom clean. One bathroom for guests, expected or unexpected that will NOT have the appearance of a BART station bathroom after a holiday weekend.
_

Thank you very much,

your mother.

*My mom likes to reminisce about the good old days, when we used to drive her crazy, forcing her to make up completely illogical and downright bizarre rules. And yes, she sometimes posted these rules on nicely written notes placed strategically around our house.

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It's so true.

Two words for your contimplation,

"Drip DRY"

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