Shower Me with Sanity

Ahh… a shower. What is it about a shower? Maybe it’s cause I feel I’m in a big bubble where I can’t be demanded to do something right that minute? Of course my showers don’t come without spectators – I usually have at least one. Be it Molly in her bouncy seat sitting there ever so peacefully until the end where she’ll get fussy cause I’ve “taken too long,” or Mikie rummaging thru my drawer of makeup, taking out the toothpaste or lotion asking 17 times if he can use it, or Bean dog nudging the glass shower doors with her nose, trying to join me to get a drink. Fortunately Jack has outgrown the spectator part of the shower, except for when he has a question. There is just something about that glass barrier. It’s as if I have a great excuse that surpasses all other, “I can’t get you milk and juice right now, I’m in the shower,” or “you’ll have to wait a few minutes, I’m in the shower…” Or sometimes it’s “can’t you see I’m in the shower right now!?” Any way you cut it, those few minutes in the shower are a few minutes of sanity. When my spectators start to bring popcorn, then I’ll have a problem :)