Low-Key happiness

In a house buzzing with little humans, I’ve carved out one untouchable happy place: my bathroom. Plant heaven and a shrine to my wedding day.

Zero guilt here. My toddler watches me dust our wedding pictures and water my plants, sees my face light up when a new leaf pops, and he gets it – some things are just for Mommy’s heart.

No floating dinosaurs. No neon bubble bath explosions.
If the kids sneak in? One rogue cup or washcloth “boat” is all I’ll allow.
90% of the time, this tub is mine – warm water, golden light, and a jungle of plants that make me grin like an idiot every morning.

Tub toys? They end up in our house..yes, they live short lives. Save them for a daytime bath in the middle of winter when you need an activity to do but can’t leave the house.

Bedtime baths = quick, calm, zero toys.
My toddler got the memo fast:

daytime = play or tool for moms peace🕊️

nighttime = get your body clean.

Consistency wins, mamas.
And those toys? They get gross in, like, 2.5 seconds. Moldy, slimy, impossible to clean → trash or if new lovingly re-gifted. Bye.

Our home is beautifully chaotic, but I refuse to turn every corner into a plastic playground.

Not everything is a toy. Some spaces are for grown-ups.
The best gift? Letting my kids see their mom totally content, in every corner of her home.

Simple moments.
Sacred spaces.
A bathtub that stays mine.
Rebellion never looked so peaceful. 🥹💚
Who else protects their tub like it’s Fort Knox? Drop a 🛁 below!