This post is sponsored by Munchkin.
Today I am writing about the most disgusting room in my house: My children's bathroom.
Don't get me wrong, I try. I clean it more than any other bathroom in the house. We haven't been able to invest in a real update/makeover but I at least painted it, bought the coordinating towels/shower curtain/bathmat things, added extra storage, and hung cute-slash-funny-cuz-they're-true prints on the wall.
(It's like a SAT question in action: Rank these three activities in order of Always, Sometimes and Ha Ha Yeah Fat Chance.)
And yet every time I go in there it's disgusting all over again. Why is there toothpaste everywhere? What is splattered all over the mirror? How did all these Cheerios get stuck to this hand towel? Why are there two dozen band-aid wrappers piled in the sink? Is that lipstick or blood on the wall, oh my God, and WHY IS THE FLOOR SO STICKY?
Sometimes I am tempted to just stop going in there. Just cede control of the bathroom to the children, close the door and never speak of it again. Maybe tie a white disinfecting wipe to the doorknob as a flag of surrender.
That's probably why, after all these years and many many boy children, we still bathe all three kids together, assembly line style. Get in, get clean, and get out so I can also get out of here before I notice that someone peed on the shower curtain. AGAIN.
Okay, fine. I'm not that mean. They love bathtime, and it's probably the ONE TIME they miraculously manage to co-exist in a small crowded space without a war breaking out. When we bathe them separately they never seem to have as much fun, so fine. Everybody in!
Three kids in one small bathtub doesn't leave much room for anything else, toy-wise, but they always make it work by simply playing upwards and outwards.
We bought our first set of these Munchkin letters when Noah was a baby. We're on our second set now, but mostly because the kids kept taking their favorite letters out of the bathroom and losing them.
And everybody knows you can't properly act out Chicka Chicka Boom Boom without a full alphabet. H is at the top of the dated 70s tile tree.
(P.S. Points to Ezra for spelling out my name. I'm pretty sure he was just angling for an after-bath lollipop but I'll take it.)
And now, the BEST PART:
Glorious. It's like the one little thing that gives me a sense of control in a bathroom full of chaos.
Actually, scratch that. There's a second little thing, which became an obvious necessity in the wake of the great Lipstick On A Cat (Among Many Other Beauty Products) Debacle of 2014:
WAIT FOR IT...
Man, instead of wasting all those words complaining about the (disgusting) bathroom, I should have just made this post be an Ode to the Folding Footstool, complete with the musical number from Waiting For Guffman. Ike can no longer drag a stool around for medicine cabinet mischief purposes, and I can stash it away so I have one less thing to trip over/curse at/clean toothpaste off of. LOVE THIS STOOL. HATE THAT FLOOR TILE.
Thanks again to Munchkin for sponsoring this post and for continuing to make such awesome products we've used and loved for many, many years now. *pours one out for our old Munchkin sippy cups*
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