The Shower

One thing that I was surprised to discover after becoming a mom was that my favorite time of any given day is when I get to take a shower.  Mind you, I also love naps, snuggling with Ezra, and eating junk food but I would absolutely take a nice long, hot, shower over any of those (sorry Baby, but we can snuggle after the shower).

I knew that showers would be few and far between once Ezra was here, and I'm ok with that.  I don't actually get dressed either unless I'm going somewhere and if the dogs and the baby mind that I smell a little, they haven't said anything.  ;) And yes, I've had that moment in public where I realize I forgot to put on deodorant and I am the one that smells like that.  Klassy.

But a hot shower has turned into my haven of sanity.  If the baby is screeching, which he sometimes does right now for no reason at all for up to an hour, I can't hear him and Mike gets to try and figure it out for 20 - 30 minutes.  I finally get some time to think - like think rationally - about things.  It is very difficult to think rationally about life when you're pumping, breastfeeding, changing a diaper, waking up from a sound sleep, trying to force a pacifier into a baby's mouth, yelling at the dogs to stop barking while the baby is sleeping, feeling guilty about something, etc, etc.

It is almost like when you're pregnant and hormonal and everything is a HUGE deal, even though you know it really isn't.  When you're changing a diaper, the bills don't really matter as much (foreclosure! Ha, we're up to our armpits in poop anyway), food is not important (oh yeah, I didn't eat breakfast or lunch today, that's why I have a headache and my belly hurts)... you get the picture.

But in the shower, it all makes sense.  I remember appointments, things I need to get done, I can make a plan for the day/evening - even though I know I won't be able to follow it all the way through.  I feel like I can do this mommy thing, even if it's only for 20 minutes.