Towels, Robes & the Little Luxuries Keeping Me (Barely) Sane

So I didn’t think I’d be the kind of woman who had opinions about towels, and yet… here we are.

Target towels? Soft. Cute. Come in colors like “Calm Mist” and “Morning Latte” (which, coincidentally, is also my emotional state from 6–6:07 a.m.). You grab one and suddenly your bathroom feels like a hotel, even if there are three rubber ducks floating in the toilet.

Costco towels? Massive. Fluffy. Built like they were engineered for royalty and spaghetti-stained 5-year-olds. Wrap yourself in one and it’s like being hugged by a cloud that understands your exhaustion.

And while we’re talking self-care—I need to shout out the unsung hero of my chaotic mom life: the waffle-knit spa robe. It’s breezy, comfy, and gives serious “I’m at a resort” vibes, even if I’m just dodging Goldfish crumbs on the floor. Bonus: it buys me at least 6 extra minutes of pretending I don’t hear anyone yelling “MOOOOOM!”

So yeah—good towels = tiny joy. And joy, my friends, is one step closer to sanity.

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