Showering
There is a distinct difference between taking a shower and being a mom taking a shower. Let me explain...
In my life before motherhood, I would go into the bathroom, shut the door, and get into the shower. Where I would stand, relax in the warm water, and very often - sing along with my favorite CD. I would stay in there so long, in fact, I would usually emerge believing I had heat stroke. Then I would get ready - so slowly and carefully that it typically took two hours.
Motherhood changed all that. For one, a long shower is pretty much a thing of the past. Most of the time I get out of the shower before the mirror is even steamed. (I know, it's sad.) And two hours to get ready seems so ridiculous to me now. Nowadays I have about fifteen minutes to get ready, a half hour if I'm going somewhere really important. But that's not what I want to talk about. What I want to tell you about is what happens while I'm in the shower.
Most of the time Arianna wants to hang out in the bathroom with me while I shower. Which is fine. She'll usually sit on the floor playing with her little figurines or bathing one of her dolls in the special baby bathtub. But there are many times where she is a bit more active. Here's some examples:
Here's an example of my shower from a few days ago:
I go into the bathroom, shut the door, and get into the shower. Marc and Arianna are sitting together in the living room.
A few minutes (like 2) later Arianna opens the door and comes in. "Hi Mommy, what are you doing? I'm watching Doc Mcstuffins." She leaves. But leaves the door open.
Sasha comes into the bathroom, opens the curtain, stares at me, gets annoyed her nose is wet, leaves.
Marc comes into the bathroom. He has to pee. He leaves.
Arianna comes back into the bathroom with a stuffed cat and shows it to me. Sasha comes into the bathroom and tries to take the cat from Arianna and she screams her head off. They leave.
Marc comes in and asks if we have a cheese grater. I tell him where it is. I hear him screaming from the kitchen. "I don't see it. Where is it? Is it this thing? Is this it? Wait this might be it."
Arianna comes in, "Mommy, I need to poop. Can you help me?"
And at this point, I gave up and got out of shower.
I know. I don't know how I ever get clean either.
In my life before motherhood, I would go into the bathroom, shut the door, and get into the shower. Where I would stand, relax in the warm water, and very often - sing along with my favorite CD. I would stay in there so long, in fact, I would usually emerge believing I had heat stroke. Then I would get ready - so slowly and carefully that it typically took two hours.
Motherhood changed all that. For one, a long shower is pretty much a thing of the past. Most of the time I get out of the shower before the mirror is even steamed. (I know, it's sad.) And two hours to get ready seems so ridiculous to me now. Nowadays I have about fifteen minutes to get ready, a half hour if I'm going somewhere really important. But that's not what I want to talk about. What I want to tell you about is what happens while I'm in the shower.
Most of the time Arianna wants to hang out in the bathroom with me while I shower. Which is fine. She'll usually sit on the floor playing with her little figurines or bathing one of her dolls in the special baby bathtub. But there are many times where she is a bit more active. Here's some examples:
- Once she threw my iPhone into the shower because she didn't want to look at it
- Several times I've had to get out of the shower to help her poop
- She enjoys spraying me with ice cold water from a spray bottle we bought for the plants
- I very often am given the third degree about why my legs are so hairy
- Many times she's gone through my makeup and decorated herself as a cat
Here's an example of my shower from a few days ago:
I go into the bathroom, shut the door, and get into the shower. Marc and Arianna are sitting together in the living room.
A few minutes (like 2) later Arianna opens the door and comes in. "Hi Mommy, what are you doing? I'm watching Doc Mcstuffins." She leaves. But leaves the door open.
Sasha comes into the bathroom, opens the curtain, stares at me, gets annoyed her nose is wet, leaves.
Marc comes into the bathroom. He has to pee. He leaves.
Arianna comes back into the bathroom with a stuffed cat and shows it to me. Sasha comes into the bathroom and tries to take the cat from Arianna and she screams her head off. They leave.
Marc comes in and asks if we have a cheese grater. I tell him where it is. I hear him screaming from the kitchen. "I don't see it. Where is it? Is it this thing? Is this it? Wait this might be it."
Arianna comes in, "Mommy, I need to poop. Can you help me?"
And at this point, I gave up and got out of shower.
I know. I don't know how I ever get clean either.
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