So husband and I went to Ikea. This time we didn't have anything to drink beforehand. Oddly enough, not drinking actually impaired our judgement. We ended up buying a new cabinet for our bathroom that may be enormously out of proportion for the small room.
The whole trip started because of tampon frustration. We have no enclosed storage in our bathroom. And I refuse to put tampons, extra toilet paper, pantyliners and facial Nair out in the open. So inevitably, a pants around the knees run to the hallway linen closet would happen. I realized that not only was this inconvenient, it was yet another thing son could add to his future therapy list.
When husband saw the bathroom cabinet he was immediately seduced by the fact that it could hold a Sam's Club size package of toilet paper. He constantly threatens to buy one of those giant, metal, commercial toilet paper holders for our home. I tell him if he does, then I'll replace it with this toilet paper tile. Then everyone can think we have a glory hole in our bathroom when the paper runs out.
So please check out the photos below and let me know how bad it is. And yes, I didn't even notice the toothpaste smears on the back of the toilet when I took these pictures. Mostly because I was excited daughter didn't have her toothbrush and uncapped toothpaste on the back of the potty. She's been good about this since I started telling her that if anyone flushes the toilet with the lid open a million tiny POOPY GERMS will go all over her precious singing Hannah Montana toothbrush. But she still stands there with her face near the opening, waving her turd off as if it's on a cruise ship throwing streamers.
Anyway, here's the cabinet.