Showering My favorite time of

Showering

My favorite time of the week is when the Hubster is home. My very favorite part of that day is my shower time. I can shower alone. I don't have anyone under 4 feet tall trying to climb in. I can listen to music, and not listen for crashes.

This morning's shower went something like this:

I turned on the water, stripped down and got in. I reached over, and turned the radio to my favorite station. Oh good, it's the dj that I like - he's back from his vacation. What was that crash? Never mind, I'm not on duty right now. I grabbed the shampoo, noticing that the bottle was almost empty, and making a mental note to replace both my shampoo and the Hubster's. Another crash, and a shout from outside the door - I'm not listening. I wash my face, and apply the burt's bees citrus scrub. Thank God it's 100% food based, as I miss my cheek and it goes into my mouth. Hmm, I wonder if I could survive on this if I was stranded on an island? Another crash, this one so loud that the shower door rattles. I practice my lamaze breathing. A few swipes with the razor, and then it's time to get out. But, it's a really good song, and I'm not on kid duty now, so maybe I'll just stay in - but, I need to do something. I can't just stand here - the Queen of multitasking can't just stand still and breath! Hmm, I know. I'll clean the shower doors and walls. They don't look very dirty, but I can just clean anyway. Kind of proactive cleaning, if you will. Whoa. When you get down close to the tile, these suckers are filthy. I must really need those contact lenses, if I didn't see all of this. I scrub the tiles, hard enough to work up a sweat, but they are still dirty. Well, I can't see it, if I don't have my contact lenses. I make a mental note to never shower with vision correction. Yet another crash, and as I notice that the walls are shaking, I decide I've done enough for one day.

So much for relaxation. It lasted 6 minutes, but without the Hubster, it would have been two minutes. I guess I'll take what I can get, eh?

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[Jenny]

I remember this one mother whom I babysat for when I was in high school, who used cloth diapers and rubber pants on her toddler, and disposable Pampers diapers on her little baby. I never could figure that one out.