This is in response to this weeks GBE 2 post prompt...no other excuse to write about what happens in my bathroom! None that I could think of, at any rate. :-)
It's the place where the dirt and grime of the day is removed. It's where the beard is washed down the drain and the razor is rinsed. The teeth are polished and the mountain man becomes my handsome, clean cut and presentable husband.
It's also the bathroom most of our guests use so it is kept in better condition than if it was his alone. I might be tempted to not do so much wiping, scrubbing and stocking, if it were only Roomy's bath.
This is the room where transformation takes place and it takes place because I'm not interested in living with a mountain man. And lucky for me, the mountain man cares enough to shave, keep his hair cut and always look good. I really like this bathroom! And I really like a lot of things that happen in there.
This is MY bathroom...itty bitty tinsy and all mine. Very few other people use this one and it is always tidy and always uncluttered. There is no room for clutter, for one thing.
In this personal and small blue room, I become me everyday. Left picture is the shower where I wake myself of relax myself or renew myself. It's rather dark inside and I like it that way. There are no full length mirrors in this little room, I don't need them and I don't want them. I use this room to bring myself into my day with a good feeling and without my glasses, I can certainly make pretend I am doing the best I can with what I have.
The right picture is the all the rest of the room except the large window that looks out over the back yard. I like this window. It also makes me happy to start my day by seeing the grass, the pool, the edge of the decks and the birds. Even in the winter, yes even in the winter, I can enjoy this view for a few moments every morning. What happens in my bathroom? Washing, drying, eliminating, brushing, curling ~ now and then, primping and now and then a little make-up is dabbed or smeared on this face. What really happens? I become human and I remind myself, as I look in that mirror and see my momma looking back, the years all show on that face, but they also show in my heart. It's all good and my life is not so bad. In this room I reaffirm that I am okay to go take on another day be it good, bad or just nothing special at all.
This is also the room I choose for the occasional crying spell. The "I have no idea why I am crying and for God's sake, don't ask" cry. I haven't had one of those in some time now, but I don't think they have really gone away...they just happen.
Oh, I noticed no potties are showing in either bathroom. We do, in fact, have 2 toilets. Mine in next to that sink and you can see the corner of the tank. In the other bathroom, it's opposite of the shower and also next to the much larger sink, which you can't really see, either, but the toothbrushes are on it. We have learned that eliminating is necessary and those make it much less messy. Though cleaning them is NOT my favorite chore, it is one I do almost daily because I cannot abide a dirty potty. YUCK.
That's it! That's what happens in my bathrooms! OMG...why did I even write this? Oh, yeah, Bethie!