This was one of my earliest blog posts soon after I had CC. I was reminded of it this morning when I was in the shower because it’s still true…except now it happens the minute Turner’s eyes close and CC gets picked up for school. I know if I can make it into the shower in the morning, it’ll be a good day. 🙂
Now that Christopher’s nap schedule is getting more consistent, I can finally start showering every day again. He will usually wake up around 6:30 or 7:00, stay up for a couple of hours and take his first morning nap at around 9:00 and sleep anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours. The minute his eyes close, I run to the bathroom and start running the hot water. As I step into the bathtub and feel the hot streams of water massaging my head and back, I’m magically transported to a place where there are no crying babies and no dirty diapers to change…a place where there is just me and the soothing sound of water.
When I’m in the shower, I feel like I’m finally alone with my thoughts. All kinds of thoughts run through my mind while I lather and rinse. Some days I use my time in the shower to make mental to-do lists, shopping lists and plan menus for the day/week ahead. Some days I find myself pondering and mulling over deep questions like, “What does it really mean for us to reign in life?” or “How do we practically live Christ?” On other days, I’m lost in daydreaming. On a rare occasion the shower is my Holy of Holies as the bathroom resonates with the sounds of praying, praising and singing.
After what feels like an eternity, I start to feel my skin getting pruney and so I reluctantly reach to turn off the faucet. As I step out of the warm steamy sauna and towel off, I feel like I can conquer the world. I am ready. Ready to tackle the pile of dirty dishes in the sink left from the night before. Ready to fold the mounds of laundry. Ready to be a mom. It’s amazing what 15 minutes of hot water can do.