We bought a house...

with four and a half bathrooms. We moved from a house with two and a half bathrooms. It has been an adjustment.

On the upside, there is the luxury of always having somewhere "to go". The downside includes the drudgery of always having somewhere "to clean". The recent addition of the two older boys helping with the cleaning has been a very welcome institution.

About a year ago, I noticed a small waterspot on the ceiling of the downstairs bathroom, right over the sink. Figuring it was the consequence of a toilet overflow that had occurred in Chess' bathroom, which is directly above, it was added to the bottom of the to-do list.

About a month ago, the waterspot rudely grew into a hole, spitting soggy sheetrock into the sink below. After much cutting, yanking and tearing out, the problem was discovered to be a faulty plumber's fix in the drain of Chess' shower. Five trips and two stores later, all the parts were finally in place to repair Chess' shower.

Repair work on the downstairs bathroom is ongoing. It was a classic case of fix one thing and break another. A game only entertaining to those not enduring the round robin. Pull down the sheetrock and the molding cracks. Pull down the molding and discover a hole behind it. Cut out a bigger piece of sheetrock to repair the initial hole. Spray the filler into the hole and drip it all over the door facing. Mud the new sheetrock and have to do it twice because the edge is not smooth. And so on.

Now, with the molding all down and the bathroom a sanded mess anyway, we figure it is time to paint. What matches hairspray splatter? It's the guest room bath.

The bathroom work inspired Husband to simultaneously regrout the master bath's shower stall. The vicious round robin occurred in there as well. Final result still out.

End result: Bathrooms working fully, score 2.5. Bathrooms working somewhat, score 2.

But the true downside to it is that I still have to clean them.