Sometimes it takes a big moment to fully realize the gravity of your actions. For me it was the moment I was trying to relax in a bath and my six year old decided to come in to take a poop…which quickly turned into her throwing up all over the bathroom.
I’m not saying that ripping out our second bathroom caused this misstep, but it certainly caused this misstep to happen right in front of me.
When my husband and I toured our current home, we knew that our second bathroom was a total gut job. In fact, when we first moved in I refused to even shower in it because it was so gross. But as the weeks turned to months and I gave it many, many deep cleans I started to get used to having an ensuite bathroom.
I suddenly no longer had to share a bathroom with my disgusting children. My toothbrush finally felt safe.
And then, just as I started to get really attached, it was time to rip it out.
The stress began almost immediately. As fun as it was to rip it out, now my house was covered in dust, my bathroom accessories had no place to live and my toothbrush was free game.
And that was only week one.