I can not begin to describe how small our bathroom is. It's small. Like claustrophobic small. I have to go to the bathroom with the door open so that my knees won't hit the door. Poor Munchkie's Daddy has hit his head more times than he can count because of the slanted ceilings. All of these have created some obstacles in creating a functioning bathroom. I put the bathroom in quotations because the contents of the bathroom are spread out.
So there is my bathroom. In it's tiny little glory.