Remember when it was all cute when Franca would play in the bathroom under the sink? Well, fast forward five months to now when I'm constantly finding my face lotion behind the toilet, my spray gel under her crib and my hair barrettes downstairs in her highchair (!?).
It was time for a bathroom shelf.
I had asked Marc probably 3 years ago to build me a bathroom wall cabinet. I did sketches and everything. I got sick of waiting and insisted I would do it myself. No. He wants to do it! But if he did everything I asked him to, he'd never have time to sleep, so I decided to just put up a shelf we already had***.
Bathroom "storage" before:
Huge mess and WAY too kid-accessible.
Bathroom storage areas after:
I want to get some baskets for this TP to tidy it up a bit more.
And let's face it, otherwise, one day I will walk in and 1/2 of these rolls will be unfurled on the floor.
I mounted the shelf at 6'-3" off finish floor so Marc wouldn't hit his head, but so that I can still easily reach my junk.
TADA!
Oh who am I kidding?
It looks like this now:
<---------toilet paper, toy and sports bra storage, of course! Wonder which little lingerie obsessed munchkin has already taken this area over?
Seriously, now do I have to put up a high shelf in my closet to hide my sports bras from her?
***Footnote:
This bathroom shelf has a funny back-story. Marc bought it 9 or so odd years ago when he lived with a roommate (also named Mark) in Hoboken. Well, Marc bought this shelf to put up in their bathroom because he had nowhere to put his toiletries. Being very roommate-y, Marc asked Mark if he could put it up. Mark replied that he'd "think about it". Marc would ask Mark every couple of months and they reply would be he was "still thinking about it".
Please note: I love this Mark to death. Trust me, he is a fabulous guy. Smart, witty, fun and now married to Marc's cousin (!), but he is nothing if not slow to decide. (He dated Marc's cousin for 7 years or so before finally popping the question for pete's sake!) He was not being mean or passive aggressive with his "thinking about it". He was literally "thinking about it" the whole time!
Needless to say, the shelf never went up.
An additional funny part is that when I went to get the parts to put the shelf up together, I noticed that the shelf is only 7" wide, but the directions for the brackets state that it should be 11" wide. (This actually works for me because I like that the shelf doesn't go all the way to the wall. No "dead space" for things to hide up there.) But it just cracks me up that all those years in Hoboken, the shelf sat in Marc's closet waiting to be put up. If Mark would have ok'd it, Marc would have discovered that he picked up the wrong shelf and it wouldn't even have been correct! HA!!!
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That is so much better!
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