I went into the bathroom and pushed the little stools out of the way with my foot.

That doesn’t sound right.

I mean the little stools that our youngest child stands on to reach the sink….uses to get up on the toilet.

Sometimes you need to clarify.

Little stools on the bathroom floor might not be a good thing if they were the wrong kind of stools.

I may have a lot of stuff….but I’m not a nasty hoarder.

No one needs to use a hazmat suit when they enter our house.

Anyway…I looked at these little stools while I was sitting in there….resting….and thought, “Man. Look at those little stools. They’re always in my way when I need to….rest.”

But then I thought, “Man. It’s nice to have those little stools around.”

I think that I realized that they were a part of the ….accoutrements….that came with having “another round” of young children.

Our bathroom is small….and the only one we have in our old house.

Stools have been a big part of it for many of the years we’ve been here.

I’ve been pushing them to the side so that I can sit down for what feels like forever.

What a lucky man to have little stools on my bathroom floor!

That still doesn’t sound right, somehow.