my dreams of having a cheering section during my showers have been realized. thanks to our glass shower doors and limited time in the day, i am reminded of what to clean and how to clean it by my wonderful daughters. a., donned in underwear, t-shirt and a baby backpack with who-knows-what in it, sat playing with her beads and cheering me on as i scrubbed 2 days of stank off my body. i know – 2 days? i did swim on monday – which is kind of like a shower. i know i could shower at night, but you know when you get the itch – you need to shower. the itch to shower not an itch to shower.

someday we will have our privacy and they will want theirs.