One Bathroom

So I was listening to my friends talk about their bathrooms (that's with an S as in - multiple rooms with toilets and showers and stuff like that in them) the other day. I didn't think much about it until one friend leaned over to me and said, "Sometimes I feel so guilty when I think of my THREE bathrooms when..." (There are two people in her house.)

I had to laugh -- as well as rub it in a little. I'm not even sure we would qualify as having a complete bathroom at the moment, but we get by. I grew up in a family of six (two parents/four kids) and as far as I can tell we did just fine with one bathroom. My dad added a second bath (in my room, even!) when I was a senior in high school. It was a perk, I will admit. I can't decide if it was the threat of having two teenage girls in the house (we hosted a foreign exchange student that year) or if I was really that much more of a bathroom hog than my brothers and my sister were.

We looked at houses with multiple bathrooms when we moved here. We chose a big yard, instead. Is the extra space worth a lack of privacy in the privy? I'd have to say it is, though there are times I do wonder. Like the occasions when I've found myself waiting in line for the restroom and the door finally opens ... a lightening streak that resembles my youngest zips in and around those of us who don't move quite so fast. It's a small price to pay, I suppose. Waiting in line for the bathroom, or standing around a sink brushing your teeth, trying to coordinate your spitting with four other people.

One bathroom doesn't feel like a lot in this day and age. But one bathroom will do.

For now.