Changes are still happening with the Vynes. Besides leaving a good life entirely behind to begin anew, I shuffled something big around for my children.
Tater's response to this particular project was a whooping, "I'm not doing that! I like the old way better." It's been his response to everything lately- nothing like a upsetting the apple cart of a rad kid's life with new school, new house, new room, new routines.
Here is my radical lifestyle change. I went to the store, laid down a big hunk of money, and bought each person a shower basket like the ones we all used in college. Each child has a their very own stock of deoderant, shampoo, body wash, toothpaste, toothbrush, razors, shaving cream, comb, brush, floss which is kept in his or her own room, probably on the dresser.
Clifford the big red house has four bathrooms, and the old sharing one sink between three bickering boys is old news, like the first horseless carriage. The showering until one's skin becomes a wrinkly pink or brown pickle can happen without anyone else becoming at risk of missing daily grooming. Toothbrushing hypothetically can occur in a another location when a shower hog refuses to open the door. Hair brushing need not be skipped due to a lack of mirror time.
There is only bathroom on the kid's floor, so I have heard the occasional, "I can't brush my teeth. Peace is hogging the shower." So nice to answer, "Where's your shower basket anyhow?"
Works for me.