Wednesday, May 14, 2008

• How to get a shower....

  For the past four months our house has been the land of unsolved mysteries. Everyday after I had gotten my husband off to work and the baby down for his morning nap, I would stealthily sneak down the hallway and slip silently out of my clothes and carefully open the shower door so as not to make it squeak or clang against the tiles. I would slowly put on the tap, gauging the lights on my baby monitor to make sure the little monkey wasnt being woken up by the noise.
  
  I can vacuum while my child sleeps soundly in his swing, once I even hit the bottom of his swing, as I misjudged his speed and velocity, and he still didnt wake up. I turn the light ON in his room when he naps, so there is never a place he wont be able to sleep. I dont tip toe around him while he naps, or he will need total silence in the future. This boy can Suh-leep, believe that. he can sleep anywhere, any time, as long as I am not getting in the shower.
  
  So there I am, standing in the shower, shivering because I have to ease the water on from cold to hot. I eye the baby monitor again and inch the hot water just a little higher. This is a dance I have learned to do the past four months while my new born has sprouted from a little peanut into a full fledged pot roast. I assumed it was some vendetta, his not letting me shower without screaming for my attention, since his sleeping habits were otherwise, exceptional. He assured me in cute smiles and gurgly giggles that he was not being malicious, and that my opening the shower doors merely stimulated his reflex to play.
  
  I glance at the monitor one last time, finally relaxing enough to start and enjoy my shower. I notice I no longer have a towel hanging in the bathroom. Drat. I leap out of the bathroom and make my way to the towel closet in the hall, just in time to watch our little doggie's tail-end dissapear into my sons room.
  
  The mystery is solved folks. As I peeked in the room right behind my dog, i see him slump down against the rails of the crib. It seems that Ajax was upset about being left alone while I showered, that he would go and sit next to Mikey's crib, thusly, waking up the little monster and making him squeal, EVERYTIME I tried to shower. There was no vendetta against my hygiene, it was merely a matter of two lonely souls, bonding together to wallow in their mutual misery while I snuck in a five minute shower.
  
  I would have smacked the little mutt if it werent the cutest reason ever. My son's door is going to be closed from now on, just long enough for me to shower.

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