What is up with the men in my house? Both of them think it’s their God-given right to invade MY shower.
First it was just Tate attempting to ruin my shower. He’s always looking for a little sumpin’ sumpin’ and I’m just wanting to be ALONE while I clean my body. I don’t need, nor do I want, companionship in the shower. On the weekends when Tate is home, I’ve learned to shower when both kids are awake and in need on very strict parental supervision so that I can shower in peace. When I do make the mistake of waiting until the afternoon to shower and the children are napping, I have to fend Tate and his eyebrow wagging and feeble romance attempts in order to JUST shower. Alone. And clean my body. And nothing else.
It wasn’t always like this. In fact, we used to shower together regularly. Sometimes we showered together in our attempt to save the planet and save water, other times we showered together because…well, just because. You’re a smart group of Internetz, I’m sure you can figure it out. Anyhow, now one of my only solo excursions IS the shower and I’d like to be left the hell alone.
Showering is an iffy prospect many days since the birth of my children. Some days the stars align and the wind is blowing just the right direction for me to shower in peace. Ella naps while Carson watches Wonder Pets and I shower ALONE. Lately, though, Carson has also decided that showering with me is absolutely necessary. No amount of bribing, cajoling, or strong arming him makes him see the need for mommy to have her few minutes alone. Admittedly, the first few times he hopped in the shower with me, it was pretty cute. Now WEEKS later, and nary a solo shower to be had, it’s cuteness has completely worn off.
Can’t a girl just shower in peace? Maybe I should invent locking shower doors and curtains. I’d probably be a bajillionaire.