HAND TOWELS
Don't think, just do...
We’re sharing a bathroom … again. Ugh.
One of the benefits of the kids leaving the nest was his and her bathrooms. Yes, his is across the house, which kind of makes sense when you consider that’s where his closet is. My bathroom and closet are en suite. Not fair? Maybe not (insert evil grin).
Our regular morning routines were rudely interrupted last week by Milton—Hurricane Milton, that is. At about 2 a.m., my husband shook me awake and announced there was water in my bathroom! A very discombobulating announcement. Why would there be water on the floor in my bathroom? And then the adrenaline kicked in, and I shouted …
WE HAVE TO SAVE THE HOUSE!
Have you ever been forced to make an immediate decision due to unforeseen circumstances? I actually do pretty well in situations like this. From somewhere deep inside the instructions come pouring out … get the wet vac and the towels! Get everything up off the floor! Move the furniture!
We vacuumed, bailed, and squeegeed for hours until finally the rain ended and the water stopped coming in. By 7 a.m., we were on the couch, exhausted yet gratified that we seemed to have, in fact, saved the house. Throughout the night, we soaked up water that had encroached the master bath, master bedroom, formal living room, and the far side of the bonus room. In 23 years, we have been through many hurricanes. However, Milton has been the worst.
After a short nap, it was time to reassess the damage and start making a plan. But first, we both wanted a hot shower. So there we were, bumping into each other in his bathroom—which turns into the guest bathroom or the kids’ bathroom, depending on who is visiting—and I was reminding my husband not to use the special embroidered towels.
The special embroidered towels match the wallpaper border and the shower curtain and hang decoratively on the two towel bars across from the sink. Since they occupy the only towel bars in the bathroom, my decorating had created a dilemma. Which towels should we use, and where do we hang them?!
Now that I was faced with this dilemma, my rule of “Don’t Use the Embroidered Towels” seemed ridiculous. Basically, anyone using the bathroom was liable for possible failure. Of course, my husband had no problem reminding me that he had given his opinion on this matter many times. And he had summed it up in one word … stupid.
It’s hard to say what I struggled with more, admitting that I was wrong or admitting that my husband was right. Nope, that’s a lie. It is SO HARD to admit that my husband is right! I’ll give him props for knowing history, and for his elephant-like memory, but I want to be the ruler of everything aesthetic! I want to pick the paint colors, fabrics, and furnishings.
But on this day, jockeying for space in his bathroom … tired and sore from a night of battling the elements, I didn’t have the energy or the fortitude to fight for my position.
From this day forward, we would use the hand towels.
