It's official...Daughter lives in bathroom

Yes, its official. My daughter has taken up residence in our bathroom. Her address is 287 East 80 Drive, down the hall, first door on the left. Her place sure is noisy. There are the sounds of splashing bubble baths, blow dryers at all hours of the night, and if you listen closely, you can just make out the squeaks of a rubber ducky.

Elizabeth's place smells good. She's always got a scented candle lit or some fancy hair spitz sailing over the door. Her pulses smell better than a perfume factory.

I used to have to drag her kicking and screaming into the bathroom just to clean her up after baking mud pies or digging in her sandbox. Now I have to kick and scream just to get her to come out long enough to let her brothers shower.

I was lucky enough to get to see her briefly on Christmas. Some mornings I actually get to see the back of her head as she rushes out of the bathroom and out the door to catch the bus.

She takes her meals in one gulp on her way to the bathroom. If she gets a call, she grabs the cordless and dashes into the bathroom. She spends hours in front of the bathroom mirror fixing and refixing her hair and makeup.

Her friends have learned to bring lots of cosmetics when they visit, they know, Elizabeth's vanity table is in the bathroom.