Monday, December 28, 2015

Not Showering Alone

There is something to be said about the solace of the shower. I can't totally remember what it was like to stand in the shower for unneccessary lengths of time, but I do know this used to happen. When Chris and I first bought our condo we marveled at the always hot water and excellent water pressure. For the first time in our lives there was no one to yell at us for showering too long or taking all the hot water and we didn't even have to beware a toilet flush. If only we knew then to cherish those showers.

I now have to strategically shower before the kids get up, or when Chris is home, as the idea of having my shower time interrupted by a small person playing peek-a-boo with the shower curtain, or worrying the entire time about the disasters that could result from unattended children, is just not worth it. The solace of the shower is a thing of the past and even when the kids are safe and occupied I don't get to shower alone. The tub is a minefield of bath squirters and barbies. There is a funnel-water- wheel-type thingy that fits no where but smack dab in the middle of the tub and there is always a collection of plastic containers which blend in nicely until you step on them. Without throwing everything out of the tub to make room, shaving my legs requires gymnastic-like flexibility and most of the time it just isn't worth it (sorry, Chris). And you know what feels gross? Stepping into the shower and right onto a cold, damp facecloth or two left in the tub over night.

Dry shampoo is a mom's best friend.

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