The shower is often the quietest point in my day. I love my kids, but that few minutes is priceless.
When it’s warm outside, I sometimes pour a cold beer into a plastic cup and take it with me as I scrub down. Ahhhhh – peace.
Well, that’s what it’s supposed to be.
Me in the shower last Tuesday:
Michelle, in a very loud voice: “Dad, I can’t find the charger for my iTouch.”
Me: “I’m in the shower.”
Michelle: “Duh.” Yes. She clearly knew that. But what was my point?
Michelle: “I can’t find it.”
Me: “Well I can assure you it’s not in here!”
Michelle: “Do you know where it is?”
Me: “Look in the basket in the den. I think it’s in there.”
Ahhhhhh – peace.
Michelle: “It’s not there.”
Me: “Well it’s still not in here! I can’t possibly find it while scrubbing the wax out of my ears! Do you have an iTouch emergency?”
Michelle: “Not really.”
Me: “Then you’re gonna have to wait until I get the soap out of my eyes! Chill.”
Ahhhhh – peace.
Stephanie: “Dad, are you in the shower?” she asks as if I’ve never taken one before.
Me: “Did you think it was your Latin teacher? Yep. This is me behind the fogged up glass.”
Stephanie: “Can you email Allise’s mother and ask if she can spend the night on Friday?”
Me: “Yes. But the last time I brought the computer in here, the water made it too slick to type.”
Stephanie: “OK. But don’t forget! You forgot last night.”
Me: “It’ll be the first thing I do when I get out, right after I find the charger for Michelle’s iTouch.”
Stephanie: “Thanks dad.”
Me: Wow. She said thanks.
Ahhhh – peace.
DJ, yelling from the bedroom: “Dad! When you get out can you drive me to North Hills? I’m meeting Kimmy there.”
Me: “What time are you supposed to be there?”
DJ: “Not for another ten minutes.”
Me: “What? I can’t hear you I’m in the shower.”
DJ: “I know! I can hear the water. IN TEN MINUTES.”
Just 15 minutes – hot water, quiet, my plastic cup of Yuengling. That’s all I ask…