Like, "I finally got to take a shower. All you mommies, you know you're jealous."
And, "I was wondering what that smell was in the house, but now that I got to take a shower it was me. I think the smell of baby poop is permeating my skin."
I turned on the water to its normal setting: to where I always is. I get in and its lukewarm. Did I pay the water bill? Well the water was on but what if that was leftover water in the heater? Did I pay the gas bill? I start to panic and rush to wash my hair, thinking of the gas bill, that couldn't be it.
I just didn't know which way was hot and which was cold.
At the end of the shower I finally tested it and took a minute of glorious hot water, but I knew the joke hubby would say. "Well maybe if you used it more often..." Ha.ha.
We had a nanny for a few months over the summer when I was put on bedrest because I couldn't pick up Aidan. I think she needs to come back occasionally so I can shower.