Since the beginning of the year the emphasis has been on resolutions and smaller and more organized spaces, I thought it was high time I gave credit to the second bathroom. I know you are all wondering why, I, who loves small spaces would be writing a post on the necessity of a second bathroom. Well this is my thank you to everyone who entertains me with their humor, here’s a little humor from my life.
One trend that amazes me is the master suite. I have never wanted more than one bathroom to clean, I hate cleaning bathrooms, but there was one time I was thankful the apartment I was renting had a master suite, oh the luxury of that second bath. Today I want to share a story with you at the expense of my eldest son. I don’t think he’d mind as it’s still a story that won’t go away.
We had relocated to Albuquerque, New Mexico in the summer of 1992. I had graduated from college with my job search taking me 2/3 of the way across the country.
When you make a large geographical move you will find things about each area that are different from what you are used to. For us there were quite a few, some good some not so good. The master suite was one of those new things that hadn’t arrived in my home state, yet. The other new thing we had to contend with were cockroaches.
These were not your little cockroaches, these were called sewer roaches which were found to be closer to 2 inches long, and would walk up into your home from the sewers. I wasn’t afraid of roaches, but am rather disgusted by them, they really are gross to me.
I would keep all drains closed if possible, never used the dishwasher that was there (another thing not common in my home state, yet). But you couldn’t do anything about the toilet. So it wasn’t uncommon to find one swimming around in the bowl, most usually in the morning.
Now my eldest son was 7 years old and in first grade, and he was deathly afraid of these roaches, no matter how often you reminded him they wouldn’t hurt you.
My son was a very deep sleeper, upon rising in the mornings he would make a mad dash tot he bathroom, and it better be free to use or you could find him outside doing his business, it was that bad.
This one morning I woke him for school, he walked, okay ran, into the bathroom and let out a blood curling scream. There was a roach on the floor next to the toilet. It was upside down, which is how we usually found them when dead, so I convinced the dancing boy to use the bathroom then I would get the roach.
As I turned to walk away I heard another scream coming from him. As I turned back I took in a scene I will never forget. My son was in the process of relieving his bladder when the roach flipped over and began walking. My son couldn’t stop what he was doing but was running back toward the door to leave.
I didn’t think, I slammed the door on my son and told him as soon as he regained control of his bladder I would open the door. Hey, I didn’t want to have to scrub the carpeting in the hall!! This made him even more upset to be closed in a room with a cockroach.
By the time he had regained control of his bladder he needed a bath, which is where the second bathroom came in. Why you may ask? Because in his fear of the cockroach, and his inability to regain control of his bladder he had jumped, run, who knows what, around the bathroom. I had urine dripping from the ceiling, over the shower curtain and in every nook and cranny in that bathroom.
We have never had two bathrooms again after that apartment, and I was perfectly happy to live in a home which had the normal number of amenities I was used to……but for that one morning I was overjoyed to have a second bathroom.
Oh, you want to know how my son felt about the incident? When he tells the story he ends with “My mom emotionally scarred me for life that morning.”
I hope I’ve entertained you today, now for a little seriousness. Here’s what we found tossed this morning into the dumpsters.
Three pairs of brand new khaki shorts, my guess they were Christmas presents someone didn’t want. Luckily for me, they are my eldest son’s favorite style and size.