When you live in an apartment with just one bathroom — often referred to as the Family bathroom — it tends to see a lot of action. When the people who use that bathroom include a child under age 3, a lot of that action can be quite unsavory between potty training, messy baths, and their limited understanding of the the word, "no." Our own bathroom has weathered a lot, especially since we had kids. So I think I need to speak to the apologies that I owe the family bathroom now that my kid's a toddler (and on a general search-and-destroy mission of our bathroom).
My first son (who is now 5) was a more restrained and careful child, aware of making messes from a very young age. The Family Bathroom had nothing to fear from him. But whoo boy. My second child enters our bathroom like a boozy frat boy after the party, peeing into other people's trash bins and dumping buckets of ice water on randoms. I have to be on high alert every time we are in the bathroom together because I know that my son is either going to touch something he should not touch (my razor), squeeze a bottle of something he shouldn't squeeze, splash water everywhere (from the toilet, the tub) and of course, pee somewhere that isn't the toilet.
For all of this and more, I owe our Family Bathroom a few, "I'm so damn sorry's."