Standing in my kitchen at 3 PM on a Tuesday, I realized I hadn’t had five consecutive minutes to myself in approximately four days. Between work meetings, kid activities, meal preparation, and the general chaos of keeping humans alive and functional, I’d become this efficiency machine that handled everyone else’s needs while completely forgetting that … Read more
There’s nothing quite like standing ankle-deep in shower water that refuses to drain while you’re running late for work, watching your bathroom slowly transform into a shallow lake as you contemplate whether this constitutes a genuine emergency worthy of calling a plumber at 7 AM or just another Thursday morning disaster you’ll somehow have to … Read more
You know that moment when you step out of a hot shower feeling all refreshed and ready to tackle your morning routine, only to discover that your bathroom mirror has transformed into this completely useless fog-covered surface that shows you absolutely nothing except your own breath when you sigh in frustration? There I was every … Read more
Picture 11:47 PM last Thursday when the house was finally quiet and I was settling into bed with my book, when suddenly: “MOOOOOOM! THERE’S NO TOILET PAPER!” echoing through the hallway like a battle cry from the bathroom. My peaceful evening evaporated as I trudged to the linen closet, only to discover we were completely … Read more
World War III broke out in my shower. My fourteen-year-old was screaming because someone had used the last of “her” expensive shampoo, my twelve-year-old was yelling back that it wasn’t even hers to begin with, and my husband was standing there dripping wet trying to find his body wash while bottles crashed to the shower … Read more
Last Saturday morning when I walked into my main bathroom, I literally recoiled in horror. The counter looked like a tornado had hit a cosmetics factory – toothpaste splatters creating abstract art across the mirror, hair stuck to everything like some kind of follicular crime scene, and mysterious puddles of… something… that I was honestly … Read more
There’s a special kind of dread that happens when you open your shower door and see soap scum clinging to the walls like it’s signed a lease. You know you should clean it. You also know it’s going to require getting on your knees with a scrub brush, inhaling bleach fumes, and questioning every life … Read more