The other day, I felt really sick. Toms birthday. You guys remember. So rather than going to his party, I stayed home and had a soak and a nap. I was really disappointed not to go, and Cher was encouraging me over text that I had made the right choice and I needed to take care of myself, even if I was missing out on something else important. And she was right.
So when the house emptied out and I started my bath, I sent Cher a couple of pictures, so she could see I was taking care of myself. And I’ll show them to you separately here.
Ok so this first one is my water running. In my much smaller, but still really, really nice bathtub. I have cheap Kirkland body wash that I use for bubble bath sometimes, and baby wash and toys in every other corner. I rarely actually used my tub for bathing babies in the Bitner house. But here, at home, I actually like it that way. It feels more cozy. But its definitely a change to have my en suite littered with kids toys.
And then this. My laptop with my pending show sits atop Brady’s shower chair. We used to use a cute little rolly cart that had its own little parking spot in our gigantic en suite. Now, we use the little shower chair. But! With that being said, I’m really grateful we still have a spot for it so, once in a blue moon, I can still watch a show and have a bubble bath. With this one, besides the obvious change of the small bathroom, how bizarre that we have a need for a shower chair?! Had you guys heard that Brady is paralyzed?! Sometimes that still feels funny to think about, even though its also old news. You know when stuff just hits different?
All in all, looking back at these two pictures, I felt lined up for luxury.
And when we left the Bitner house, I was FULLY HAPPY to move, but I was also honest about the fact that we were leaving luxury behind. The biggest hit we took moving into this house was Bradys and my room. The bathroom and closet are both so so much smaller. Yet, we had luxury, and it was awesome, and how fortunate are we that we ever had that??? Neither of us need it, and I’m still grateful to have any bathroom or closet in our room.
I’ll take my bathtub full of cups that smells like Aveeno baby wash. I’ll accept the shower chair that takes up pretty much any extra bathroom space when I take it out of the bathtub. My bathroom is the size of a postage stamp. So is my closet. But I love my house. I love all the people in it. I love the things that make us different. We are not subtle and I’m ok with that.
Aaaaanyway. I guess I’m not really saying anything. I noted the changes in these pictures and felt contentment. And for that, I praise the Lord 💜