I still remember the slow Saturday mornings when my two kids—an imaginative 8-year-old and a slightly sassy 12-year-old—would troop through the kitchen in their pajamas, bringing a trail of yesterday’s bath toys and today’s lunch plans. Neighbors dropped over with fresh coffee, my youngest demanded a story while brushing teeth, and our tiny hallway shelf collected every little thing that felt important. Those routines taught me that a bathroom must work harder than it looks: it has to be practical for sticky hands, calm for hurried mornings, and somehow joyful enough to make a mom smile during the chaos. That’s…