This morning, Liam took his first shower.
This little experiment was born out of necessity/sincere desire. I usually shower at night (it’s either that or get up earlier in the morning, and I think that anyone who knows me knows how fast that decision gets made) but last night I was so sick and tired (literally) that the idea of doing anything more than brushing and flossing was overwhelming. I figured that the likelihood of us leaving the house today was slim-to-none and if I felt dirty enough I could shower during Liam’s nap.
I neglected to factor in just how good a hot shower feels when your body is achy and you have a head cold.
It sounded so good to me this morning that I decided it was worth the risk of doing it while Liam was still awake (plus, he had milk and snot all over him just from breakfast, so I figured that cleaning him up a bit would be a bonus). I still can’t believe how well it worked. I kept him busy identifying letters on the shampoo bottles and opening and closing my tube of face wash. He did pee on me, but the tub needs to be cleaned anyway and pointing the sprayer at him is a lot easier than changing a diaper. This is still not my first choice on how to take a shower (the soothing effect of the warm water is lessened a bit when you feel a finger poking you in the bum and a little voice saying “What’s that Mama? What’s that?”) but it’s nice that we’ve reached the point where it’s an option to shower while Matt’s not here.
We’re both still feeling a bit puny, so I imagine that this will be our big activity for the morning. We’re just a thrill a minute, aren’t we?