|The shower of my dreams.|
Then, when he grew weary of being contained, I let him run free, child-proofing firmly in place.
Now, if I turn my back for a moment, he's climbed to the top of the leather recliner, one hand gripping the planter, the other fist pulling out a clump of soil. Or he's cornered the dog. Or hidden my phone.
To shower, I have gone back to basics -- Baby Fun Zone. Only now my showers are accompanied by peals of screams.
Moooooo Cooooow get me out of heeeeere!
And yet shower, I must.
The other day I took the fastest and least relaxing shower of my life: bathroom door open, cold air sweeping in, baby screaming, dog barking. Et cetera.
In response, I wrote a haiku poem. Let me know what you think. Have I missed my calling?
Warm water running
Nary a moment of peace
I never feel clean
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