Not sweating the small stuff is so much easier said than done.

I try to let Jack live in the environment that he creates. By that I mean, if he chooses not to put the sheets and blankets back on his bed after kicking them off the night before and is now sleeping on the bare mattress or the fact that he has half of my kitchen dishes up in his room with crusty dried milk and cereal stuck to the sides or even if he is walking on top of his clean clothes that will never be hung up or put away, that’s fine.

Every night I knock on his door and quickly pop my head inside to say Good Night and try not to gasp at the horror of it all. 🙂

I am not alone with this dilemma. My best friend Lizzy also has a young adult son and she assures me that her son’s bedroom looks horrid also. As a matter of fact, we swapped pictures one day. She was right, his room was…..it was bad.

Okay, where am I going with this?

I broke. I only broke a little, but I broke and then sweat the small problem of the wet towels always being thrown onto his bathroom floor.

Did I mention that theses towels have been on the floor for at least four days? Not an earth shattering problem. Only a mildew producing one.

Capitalizing on the great finds we purchased from our weekend Estate Sale hunting and the fact that it was -26 degrees yesterday, I made it my mission to solve this wet towel dilemma.

Notice the three hooks on the upper left of this picture?

I actually had 6 of them. The three missing ones are now the new towel hooks in Jack’s bathroom.

I was going to make a big long wood hook towel rack, but sometimes less is more.

I watch too many DIY TV shows and feel that all DIY projects should take 20 minutes.

In reality, 99.9% of the time they take 100 times longer.

But this quick Sunday afternoon project actually took 20 minutes!

First we located and marked the 3 studs in the wall, one mark for each hook. Then after leveling those marks Wade traced the holes where he would attach the hooks to the wall.

The holes were drilled, the hooks were attached and the towels were hung.

I thought I would feel a great sense of accomplishment and relief once those mismatched damp towels were hung.

Not so much.

All I had to do was turn around and see the bathroom countertops with all of this going on.

So much for not sweating the small stuff. Ugh.

See you on Wednesday,

Wendy