I still remember the first rainy Saturday when I tried to wrangle breakfast cereal, school backpacks, and a soccer cleat into one calm morning, all while the neighbor waved from her porch like we had it together. As a forty-something mom with two kids between eight and twelve, my days are a collage of carpools, homework check-ins, and quick art projects taped to the fridge. Those small moments made me cherish corners of the house that actually feel restful, especially the little powder room on the main floor where guests pop in and where we sneak five quiet minutes. Between…
