I still remember the mornings when the kids were little and our upstairs bath looked like a toy box that had exploded. Now at forty-something, with two kids between eight and twelve, mornings are a ballet of backpacks, wet towels, and a neighbor knocking to borrow a cup of sugar while the dog whimpers at the door. Small rituals matter: a quick handwash before school, a quiet moment with a cup of coffee while laundry tumbles. Over time I learned that the right choices in our bathroom could turn that hectic five minutes into a calm pause. Soft textures, baskets…
