I keep a spartan bathroom. Soap and shampoo sit on the bathtub shower’s rim, next to the wall.
As does the little mirror I use when trimming my beard. To trim, I place the mirror on a shelf wedged into the corner near the showerhead.
That’s it. Soap, shampoo and mirror. They’re all I keep in the shower.
And – this seems important – no one’s ever told me my morning prep left me raggedy or smelly. I’d mastered this part of adulting.
Or thought I had.
You see, our 20-something daughters have entered the house for the holidays. It’s wonderful.
But the bathroom. What was formerly my bathroom.
If my bathroom aesthetic is uncluttered, then theirs mimics Bath & Body Works. Why else keep a whole store’s worth of sudsy, scented hair and body potions in the shower?
Yesterday, I had to move seven containers to make room on the shelf for the mirror.
Yes, I protest too much. I don’t mean it. These little burdens, these bounties of bottles and jars, speak to the joys of family. They’re…
Love potions.
30-Second Read on family
Bathroom laughs
Very cute, Jeff! Glad everyone made it home safely for the holidays.
Ah, yes, the Holiday Sharing-of-the-bathroom Blues. Know it well. Happy, Merry all the Winter Holidays you celebrate! Thanks for the laughs.