So yesterday, because of the power outage, I didn't get a shower before DH had to leave for work. I was feeling grungy and crabby because of it, so when linebacker baby went down for a nap (after the power came back on), I decided to take little one and her toys into the bathroom so she could play in there under my supervision (we have a sort of clear but frosted-patterned shower curtain now) while I got clean.
She wasn't too keen on the idea of being shut (and locked, since she can open doors now) in the bathroom with me, but I wanted that damned shower, and I couldn't have her running all over the apartment without me there with her, so it was my only option if I wanted to get un-icky anytime before 9pm, when DH gets home.
I explained to her what we were doing and why, and showed her every step ("Now I'm turning the water on, just like I do for your bath time, except it comes out like rain. Do you want to put your hand under the spray and feel it?" etc.) so she wouldn't get anxious about being in the room with the loud water or anything. Eventually, I stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed, leaving her to play on the mat.
I watched her out of the corner of my (granted, nearly blind) eye -- I could make out her shape through the curtain even with my limited vision, enough to ascertain that she wasn't near the toilet or anything potentially troublesome -- as I lathered up my hair. I did close my eyes to rinse.
When I opened them, her little head was peeking in around the corner of the curtain.
"I get nakie like Mommy, get in shower too?" she questioned. (This is the child who, six months ago, screamed bloody murder and bit me when I tried to get her to shower with me just to show her what it was like and that it wasn't scary.)
"Uh...okay, I guess so," I told her. I helped her out of her shirt, she dropped the rest of her clothes (including her thankfully clean diaper) into the pile with mine, and climbed into the far end of the tub.
Well, wouldn't you know that little girl loved every second of it? I couldn't really wash her, since her soap/shampoo is tear-free but in the other bathroom, and mine is decidedly not eye-friendly, but she had a blast washing my legs with my bath pouf and just splashing around (slow drain; there's almost always an inch or so of water in the tub while I shower).
I didn't think too much more on it after we got out, but then this morning, when I left the baby in DH's arms and went to get my shower, I heard a little voice pipe up behind me:
"I go shower with Mommy too!"
[groan]
My showers...my sanctuary...my quiet, slow and soapy haven...invaded by an almost-three-year-old with giggles and stomping splashy dancing...
I've created a monster!



