Don’t Wish Your Life Away

That godforsaken bathroom stool.

I sat on the side of our bathroom tub, brushing my teeth and staring at the dingy, white, plastic kid’s stool that was half under the sink and half in the middle of the floor of our tiny New York City bathroom. I wished I could get rid of that thing.

I wished my kids were tall enough that they could get everything they needed out of the vanity without standing on top of the toilet and breaking my toilet seat cover.