We’ve lived in our house for more than 29 years. We’ve changed the flooring in the half-bath/laundry room twice. We’ve changed the flooring in the full bath twice. (I did the first time in each space. We hired someone for the second time.)

We’ve changed tub surrounds twice, and the tub once. We’re on our second toilet in each bathroom. And contractors have changed the cupboards in both bathrooms.

But we don’t have the bathroom of our dreams. Mostly because we don’t dream about bathrooms, unlike, apparently, everyone who appears on a home remodeling program. We’ve had our kitchen remodeled, too. But again, no dreams.

There are no pops of color. And when we walked into each space, neither of us said the word, “stunning.”

We’re grateful to Habitat for Humanity Restore for stocking the most recent upstairs flooring, as well as the sinks and drawer pulls.

The swan planter on the upstairs counter is imported. Its previous life was in Germany, as a toilet brush holder. (But don’t tell anyone.)

I’m not judging anyone for dreaming about bathrooms. I’m pretty sure that for many people, their dreams would include a door. A connection to a sewer system. Running water. Safety.

When my dad stayed at my mom’s family home for the first time in the winter before the wedding, the bathroom that was attached by the time I can remember didn’t exist. It made his stomach bug more than a nuisance. But after his Army service in Korea, I’m guessing he figured out how to survive. Their subsequent marriage survived for a long time.

It’s possible that watching home remodeling shows can make us see problems with what we have. But home contentment shows wouldn’t have enough drama to make into a program.