Mommy Blogger Jess C. – Sweet Shower Time
As a younger adult/teen, I never thought a shower would be so wonderful. Sometimes as a parent the shower is my escape, my sweet quiet moment from the chaos of having 6 kids in a really small house.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love each and every one of my kids. They are all such great kids. Well behaved, respectful, kindhearted loving kids, but kids none the less, and we have 6 of them. That’s a pretty big number. A number that should get us a good sized home so we could spread out a bit, but not yet. We make our small house work, but it makes for sweet showers of escape.
Sunday we were all up getting ready for church, and I try hard to wait patiently for everyone else to get their bathroom time, showers, hair done, and teeth brushed. Then it is my turn. Now when Daddy is home I am guaranteed a peaceful shower. They know not to bother me when he is home, but the minute I walk out I guess I am free game. I don’t even walk out of the bathroom two steps when I see a kid or two waiting for me. I am not sure what they are waiting for, they finished all they needed in the bathroom, but someone is always waiting. Then I go in my bedroom. When I open that door someone else is standing in the hallway, again waiting for me. What is it these children expect to happen when I open a door? Then I go back to the bathroom to put on my makeup and do my hair. They follow me in there. Again, what are they expecting to occur? I feel like they are waiting for me to juggle my makeup and curling iron, while hot.
By the time we get out the door, I am thinking back to my 20 min shower remembering the quiet moment once again.
Am I the only Mom that feels this way? Or do other moms enjoy and relish their shower times?
I know one day my house will be empty, and then my shower time will be for cleaning my body instead of escaping. I guess at that time I will miss the kids hanging out watching for me during my every move. But for now I will go a little crazy with the little paparazzi that follow me taking mental pictures of me. I just wish I knew what they were waiting for.