He's a One-Toilet Boy

I have a somewhat roomy home. Not fancy, mind you, but roomy. Fancy is currently unattainable, and will remain unattainable for approximately the next 13 years. By the way, sparkling clean is in the same boat as fancy.

Some rooms are, of course, way worse than others. Our laundry room on the main floor is horrific! Just off the kitchen, it is the first room you come to upon entering our house from the garage and has become a catch-all for, well, all of anything and everything that doesn’t have a proper place.

Our home contains four bathrooms and two half baths. These two half baths are located in the downstairs laundry room and an upstairs room that was designed to be a second laundry room but is currently known as Upper Level Junk Central. The four full baths are split - two upstairs and two down.

Trust me, having lived in a one bath home prior to building our current residence, I realize how lucky I am to have multiple facilities. For me, it is one of the best things about our place.

I’ve noticed over the course of the last couple months that John-Heath, no matter where he is in the house, always goes to the same place to do his business. This magical place is the laundry room on the main floor. If he’s in his room, he bypasses the one right outside his door and heads to the LR. If he’s upstairs, he heads downstairs to the LR. He has even been inside my bathroom talking to me and left to go to the LR.

When I recently asked him why he would not use the room beside his bedroom he said he was scared of it because of the noises that go “whoooooo”. I think he thinks it’s haunted.

I have not yet inquired as to his reasons for considering four of the other baths off limits, as well, but if the same reason applies and he is correct in his thinking, this is truly frightening - for it can mean only one thing. My laundry room is more than horrific; it is so ghastly even ghosts are afraid to dwell within it.