My sister is coming today to spend the weekend with us. Because the painter has been in and out of our house for the past 10 days, Joe and I had to work furiously yesterday to put the guest bedroom back in order. We managed to get everything done except the guest bathroom, which is still missing a shower rod. No problem, I thought. Laura can use the guest bathroom for everything except showering, in which case she can use the boys' bathroom.
The boys' bathroom.
A mental war ensued: My sister loves me, she won't mind if things are less than perfect in there.
Then this: I love my sister and there is no way I can subject her to the horror that is the boys' bathroom.
I went to bed in a mental quandry.
This morning I got up at 6:40 a.m. to clean that darn bathroom.