I just did something I haven’t done for quite some time.
I showered. In peace.
No one was home, I didn’t have to be anywhere, I hadn’t just been for a walk and was all sweaty and smelly.
It was, perhaps, a little overdue. I could tell because my hair went in feeling icky and came out delighted and singing. Which was a little weird, but, anyhoo, I felt its joy.
This is the first time in a while I haven’t had someone desperately needing a Milo whilst I’ve showered and standing outside the door saying “Can I have a Milo, can I have a Milo, can I have a Milo, canIhaveaMilo?”
If it’s not that, then someone is needing to tell me the most hiliarious joke they heard that day at school and it simply cannot wait.
Someone joins me in the shower.
Or they open the door and converse with me about something that cannot possibly wait the 1 minute 23 seconds it takes me to have a shower, because I’m so fucking fed up with not being able to have a shower in peace I just don’t bother.
Or they open the door and yell “I CAN SEE YOUR BU-UM!” and various other phrases along the same lines.
If I do manage to get in and out of the shower without another person wandering in, the postie will ring the doorbell and I have to answer, clad only in a towel, or the now-teenager will wander in to ask something inane, but is forced to precede it with “Euwww! You’re naked! My eyes, it’s hideous!”
This, of course, also has the effect of doing wonders for my self esteem.
Typically, good ideas come to me in the shower.
This morning was no exception.