You guys are having the honors of observing my sanctuary. Yes, the potty. This where my quiet time takes place. Quiet time? What's that? This is where I talk on the phone, carry conversations with my husband and even discipline a child or two in "private". This is the spot where I can cry in peace, laugh in peace, and......you got it...pee in peace. This is my "office" for work related issues and on that very rare occasion I have even taken my computer into my "office". My potty..
Now,
my "office" is subjected to a lot of abuse. Especially when I'm in it.
The kids knock on the door and if that returns no response it gets
kicked. Of course the response than isn't so good. My "office" door has
had crayon, marker, and even the occasional paint, on it. It has had
Play Doh molded on it and it's hinges have been torn down more than
once. My "office" door has even had the bottom cut off of it ( Thanks
to my husband thinking he was a carpenter for a minute, and decided to
fix the problem with a chain saw). My "office" doesn't always smell to
good, but that's not anything febreeze can't handle. My "office" never
has toilet paper "on the roll", for most of the time it's unraveled to
create some creation or another. The abuse my "office" has taken. Maybe
one day I'll have it remodeled with a real office chair in there. Now,
that would be funny.
My sanctuary is soon going to become the potty training room, yet again..I can't wait..