Oh, our bathroom. Our dreadful, awful, way too small, sorely outdated bathroom. It's is my least favorite room in the house. Now that W is potty-trained, we're really feeling the cramped space. If you have more than one bathroom, will ya be thankful, if you're not already?
But let's look at it in a better perspective. At least we have indoor plumbing. Hot water for refreshing showers. The tub, though not spacious enough for two adults (what? I'm keeping it PG), is just great for our chillens.
And now that the frames are painted a punchy orange, the bathroom's a little more inviting.
I also doctored up another of the bathroom's walls. Always hang things in odd-numbered sets, okay?
Story had her portrait done. I got a really expensive speeding ticket on the way there (the same week we started Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University). And yes, I cried, but only after the cop left.
Also, this has been an interesting running week--yesterday I ran (treadmill) in my undergarments (shall we say, chafe?) because I was already down in the basement and couldn't find clean workout pants. Then today I was too full of breastmilk...but I did over 3 miles yesterday and over 2 today. Slow and steady. I am not the superstar you may think I am. Ha.