I still remember the Saturday mornings when my two kids, ages eight and eleven, would race down the hall wrapped in towels, toothpaste streaks telling the story of rushed mornings. Living in a friendly cul-de-sac, our neighbors drop off cookies and my teen’s soccer cleats end up in our foyer more often than not. Between school runs, after-school snacks, and bedtime stories, my bathroom became one of the few quiet places I could sneak a cup of coffee. Making that small room feel calm and personal—without major renovations—saved my sanity. Little touches on the walls made it feel warm and…