Let me tell you what Magdalena did this morning while I was in the shower. This, despite the fact that I put the trash can (her usual mischief target, yes, GROSS) on top of the sink before getting in the shower. I should have known my preventative measures are useless against her.
My sweet little Magdalena:
-ran off with the conditioner bottle and deposited it in an area of the house viewable from outside through windows. So not only did I have to leave the warm, steamy shower and venture into the freezing living room to retrieve it, I had to do so at the peril of being seen naked.
-stuffed her special blankie (the one she cuddles next to her face) behind the toilet. I don't care how often you clean back there. That's just disgusting.
-took off those little half-dome caps that sit on the toilet bolts and played with them.
-found the box of soft wipes (the only thing I will say about those is that once you've used a bidet, you can't go back to regular TP by itself ever again) and spread them, individually as well as in large, wadded chunks, all over the house.
-and finally, shredded TP into very fine, jagged strips and then put them in the bathtub.
I was aware she was doing most of this but the question I kept asking myself was, was the shower worth it vs. the time I would spend cleaning it up?
In the end, the answer was yes.