I found myself cold, wet, wrapped in a towel and crammed into the bathroom closet.
“I NEED a master bathroom!” I yelled out in desperation to God, the universe and anyone who would listen.
How did I end up here, sandwiched between the drawers full of toiletries and the rack of hanging clothes, wishing I could dry off and just GET DRESSED IN PEACE?!! I made the fatal mistake that many moms make…I unlocked the door.
We live in a house built in 1924. It is lovely and full of character. We only have one full bathroom for the 11 of us as well as one half-bath. The full bath is extremely large for an older home…but it is only ONE bathroom for the 11 of us. The door only locks with a skeleton key just like all the other doors in the house. When we moved into the house in 2007, we noticed an entire cabinet built just to hold all the skeleton keys, 55 hooks in all. There were only a fraction of the keys left, maybe 15. Now we only have 6, some of which are probably for doors that are no longer hanging. That leaves 2 skeleton keys left to lock the bathroom, our bedroom, and the attic door. Therefore the children no longer have access to said Keys.
That day I had taken the Key out of hiding and locked the door.
Ahhhhhh! Peace! I turned the worship music on high and enjoyed my alone time as I took a shower. I was just drying off when my husband knocked on the door.
“Yes?” I asked, trying not to sound annoyed at the intrusion.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
I usually open the door for my husband, so against my better judgement I turned that key in the lock. The door opened a crack.
“Quick, get into the closet!” my husband said with urgency. “Calvin really has to go and someone is in the downstairs bathroom.”
“Come on! It will just take him a minute. Get in the closet,” Chris told me. Calvin is seven and bathroom needs can be fairly urgent at that age.
So there I was in the closet – cold, wet, and crammed…and wondering what was taking so long.
“Oh, you don’t just have to go pee Calvin?” I heard Chris say. “Come on, Calvin! Hurry!”
I began to feel panic rising in my throat. I was stuck in there while Calvin was…you know!
“I should have never unlocked that door!” I yelled out to Chris and to myself and to all the mothers of the world –
“ DON’T UNLOCK THAT DOOR!”
I began that moment to compile a list of reasons why I NEED a master bathroom.
1. My husband and I could use the privacy!
2.I don’t want my toddlers and young children to have access to my rather expensive toiletries.
This is the reason for numbers 2, 3, and 4. Courage was trying to use my Miracle Skin Salve (it is the only thing that will help heal Ashlyn’s outbreaks of psoriasis and costs $30 for a small jar). He dropped the entire thing in the toilet. I have resorted to storing that replacement jar among other precious items in the “feminine drawer” in the bathroom closet. So far, so good. It remains unmolested.
3.I would like to maintain the integrity of my medications.
I have a natural throat spray that is a life saver during a bad sore throat. I used it several times before I realized that the taste was really off. I finally deduced that Courage had poured out most of the throat pray and then had added tap water. Cadin told me later that Courage had also spit in it. Why he didn’t think that information was important to tell me immediately, I do not know. The new throat spray is now stored in the box of nursing pads. So far so good.
4. I don’t want to “share” my hair products with a three-year-old.
My almost full bottle of Shine Serum went missing. Weeks later Courage told me that he had poured it all out into the trash. The new bottle in now being stored in the “feminine drawer”, fingers crossed.
5. I no longer want to unsuccessfully scour the entire house to find important items that should be right where I left them, such as the tweezers, fingernail clippers, hair accessories, and even toilet paper.
6. I don’t want to wonder what has touched my towel during the course of the day.
7. I could offer my children more bathroom time.
I noticed a water bottle in my teenage son’s room. It contained a yellow liquid I found very suspect. When I asked Cole about it, he replied, “What do you expect me to do when you girls are in the bathroom?”
“Wait!” came my indignant reply.
“Sometimes there is someone in the downstairs bathroom, and I just can’t wait.”
“Well, you can at least empty the bottle!”
“Why? It is not full yet,” Cole said matter-of-factly.
I would wager to say that Cole could benefit from me having a master bathroom, and I could stop becoming slightly nauseated whenever I pass his room.
I could avoid stepping in a pee puddle when using the toilet in the middle of the night.
I could save my daughter from the horror.
I already told my sweet teenage daughter that if we got a master bathroom, she could use it and escape the jungle that is our current bathroom –the inevitable misses from six boys who like to pee all over the place and also don’t feel the need to flush down ANYTHING!
Most importantly, I don’t ever want to be naked in the closet again while my son goes poop!
Chris has already come up with an ingenious plan to get us that master bathroom. Our bedroom has a door that leads to an outside porch that already has a roof on it. He just needs to enclose the porch and bring up the water from the laundry room below. Of course there will be a million other details to consider and the expense of doing all of that. So I have decided to start a Go Fund Me Account. If you would like to donate to our very worthy cause, just look up “Pooping in Peace for Every Brandenburg.”
Just kidding! This article was written for the pure entertainment value….but if you should feel a burden for our family and want to give us a brand new master bathroom….we wouldn’t turn you down.