I remember... vaguely... extremely vaguely the days when taking a shower was an everyday occurrence and somewhat of a non- thing.
Those were the days. I remember in college racing to the shower when I lived in the fishbowl with Jen Wilkes. She was much cooler than me and got up to walk with MaryElise. She was also a LOT more into her showers than me, so whilst it was extremely UNselfless of me, I had basically trained myself to wake up to their chitchat outside, tumble from my bed (with or without my sheets at times), and throw myself into the shower. To be fair to my selfishness, I did take a five minute shower and Jen a twenty so... you know... come on... okay yes I know I'm a jerk.
Then there was work morning showers - I didn't appreciate those either. I didn't want to wake up, I didn't want to be cold when I got OUT of the shower.
Then came Abby. Ahhh, baby showers. The paramount stress was WHEN could you trust the baby to be asleep long enough to take a shower. How awful it was to sort of relax in the shower and get out to realize baby has been screaming for you. It all just seemed not worth it. I had to start inviting friends over to sit in the quiet house while I showered JUST IN CASE Abby woke up. I remember even running out in the middle of a shower hoping to calm her so I could finish my hair.
Then theres the crawling stage, where I would bring a basket of toys into the bathroom and try to get Abby to stay and happily play with toys while I showered. That always ended up with the shower door open and me trying to rinse any part of me even a little between playing with toys.
Oh, then baby #2 arrived and it was combined stress of baby staying asleep and keeping older child focused on something else so if baby did wake up older child would not take it upon themself to pick up baby and most likely drop baby.
Inevitably then came TWO kids in the bathroom, door open, mommy not enjoying shower at all.
Now, we've got #3. Now, I forget to shut the shower door if I don't have kids around because I just assume I'll have to have an open air shower. Now Jack does things like lock both of us in the bathroom and turn off the lights and freak out. Now Finn crawls in the shower while Jack runs all the hot water in the sink washing the soap and Abby tries to tell me things that I have no idea are vital or not. I.E. It could as easily be her telling me she realizes now why she gets so thirsty in the morning or that she accidentally turned on the dishwasher with the laptop inside.
So as I stood there, showering in complete darkness with Jack knocking on the door trying to get someone to rescue us, I wasn't even phased. And I thought... hmmm... showers...
RTO
3 months ago
3 comments:
That was hilariously funny. The one kid thing is super different here. Yes, there was the phase in which I could. not. shower. alone. (Anna liked to come in and be a part of it, sometimes slightly annoying but mostly she just played with her toys). Now she just....does her own thing. Occasionally she will come in to ask me a question, or will need me to wipe her bottom (awkward when one is wet in the shower, to twist around and wipe a butt on the toilet), or something like that, but, for the most part, showers are mine....all mine. I do think I enjoy them more than I used to, though, because unless summoned, I can pretty much know that I don't need to be doing anything for anybody else except me. And that is a rare and strangely beautiful thing.
This is why I shower at night. That and the fact that it allows me to sleep a bit later, and a lot later if it was a hairwashing day.
That WAS funny dear.
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