I have a room in my house that you will not see if you come over.
Believe me, it is just better that way.
It is the bathroom off the kitchen that happens to be strategically located next to the garage. It is a very convenient location which might account for its troubles.
It is boy central.
There is a steady stream of boys using the restroom, changing clothes*, washing hands*, brushing teeth*, and cleaning up after being outside*.
*Based on my observations, all the cleaning activities require an asterisk.
The boys have learned to make a great show of getting cleaned up, but the results are often sub-par by any traditional standards. They would benefit greatly from an inspection after each cleaning activity and my estimate is that the fail rate on that inspection would be close to 100%.
There is yet another issue with the bathroom…the hand towel.
The hand towel seems to be a dirty problem, not a drying solution.
It is always wet.
It is always dirty.
It is always on the floor.
Thankfully, the laundry room is within disgusting hand towel throwing distance and I spend my days changing it out. I have become an under-tipped restroom attendant.
After a particularly sticky meal, I sent Rhett(5) to clean up. He headed into the bathroom, spent a total of 3 seconds and then came back into the room. Without thinking I grabbed his hand to hold while we walked into the next room.
Big sticky mistake.
We stuck together from fingers to forearm, yet his hand and arm were dry.
Did you wash your hands?
Did you dry your hands?
So, you dried your hands on the towel even though they were really sticky?
Yes, I couldn’t get them not sticky in the sink.
Please go back and try again. This time use a little more time and a little more soap.
It appears that in the boys’ minds the hand towel is an acceptable substitution for soap.