Hook

Yes, it's a hook. I'm sure it seems strange, and I am willing to bet that you are wondering why I have I would have taken a picture of a hook, let alone, put it on my blog. There is a purpose for it though, so just bear with me....

A few years ago Isaiah had the bright idea of doing acrobatics on the towel rack in his bathroom. As you can imagine, it didn't work out so well. As he launched himself from the toilet and grabbed the towel rack that was hanging on the opposing wall, he was quickly brought back to earth...and I mean that literally.

All I can say is that I heard two thuds. The first thud was a result of the wall stopping him in mid-swing, and the second was the towel rack ripping from said wall, causing both to land in a heap on the bathroom floor.

After making sure Isaiah was okay - and he was, I swear that kid is made of rubber - my concern turned to the towel rack. Aside from the fact that the brackets holding it against the wall were slightly bent, causing it to hang ever so loosely from the wall, it was okay.

For the last three years we have dealt with the loose towel rack, and it was fine for awhile, but the constant pulling off of towels has proven to be too much for that cheap towel rack, so we decided it was time to try something new. But that 'something' needed to be sturdier and more practical.

Here's what we did...



If you look closely at the picture, you will see two points of significance. And while they might only be significant to me, I still can't help but want to shout it from the rooftops as though everyone else should care. The first point is that the towel rack has been replaced by hooks. Do you know what that means? The boys can hang their own towels. I will say it again. Hang. Their. Own. Towels. You have no idea how happy this makes me.

Just in case you were wondering though, I will admit that I was tempted on marking this day on the calendar and celebrating it with cake and ice cream. I considered it for a split second, and then decided that that would be taking it too far.

The second significant point is that there are three hooks on the wall. Count them, one, two, three! We are ready for our daughter to come home. Never mind the fact that her room is still being used as the guest room. Her crib is disassembled, sitting in the closet, and we don't have a dresser or even clothes to fill a dresser. Nope, we don't have any of that. But I'm okay with it. And do you know why? Because we have a towel hook. A towel hook! This hook has given me the strength to face anything...Okay, I take that back. Maybe not anything, but Russia?, yeah, I can handle Russia.

And when the day comes that our daughter is finally home, you can rest assured that I will take another picture, but instead of two towels hanging in the bathroom, you will see three. Then maybe, just maybe, my life might be complete!