This week has been unusual in terms of showering. It’s not a thing I even think about ordinarily, I just shower after I work out, and I work out most every day so I easily maintain my rosy glow and sweet scent. Take away my work outs, and I lose my sense of timing. At night it’s so cold and I loathe the idea of getting all wet when I’m not even sweaty. In the morning, I don’t want to wake up early. If I do, the children will simply go back to sleep and then my boy and I will have to fight for shower time and dry towels. I’m not one of those people who needs to shower to get my day going. I’m good with strong coffee and brushes for my teeth and hair. My husband showers every morning, my son showers at least twice a day. Ahem. My girl bitches and moans about being forced to shower, then spends 45 minutes in there. No matter who showers or does not shower when or where or for how long, there is never ever ever ever a dry towel handing within my reach when I emerge. Never. It is the bane of my very existence.
Is that too much info? Do you not want to hear about our toileting habits next?