I don’t really know what happens when I step into the shower, but from where I’m standing, it sounds like all Hell breaks loose. Once I became a mother, taking a shower became a nerve-racking experience that I no longer enjoyed. How could I enjoy a shower when I had to be worried about that loud thumping noise coming from another room?

When my children were babies, and I was home alone, I just put them in some kind of holding apparatus so that they couldn’t escape, and I could shower in peace. I could peak from behind the shower curtain if I thought they all of the sudden weren’t breathing. That method doesn’t work too well with 3 and 6 year olds.

So because they are older, and there is no restraining them without penalty of arrest and jail time, I have to shower quickly and hope for the best. Forget about shaving my legs – I have to save that for a Saturday when daddy is home. Which reminds me, when old hubby is home, shouldn’t I be able to have a leisurely, warm, ahhh inducing experience during my shower taking? I thought so, but I was wrong. Throw an adult male into the chaos that takes place outside of the shower, and a little ruckus turns into absolute mayhem. What the heck is going on out there????

Just this past Sunday morning while I was in the shower, it sounded like a herd of elephants and a tribe of monkeys escaped from the zoo and landed in my living room. It was Sunday for goodness sake! Supposedly a day of rest. The vacuum was running…there was banging, jumping, screaming and a ringing phone. All while I was in a most vulnerable position – naked in the shower with a curious look on my face. Maybe it is psychological and I’m just a little paranoid. Or maybe my family saves all the crazy fun stuff for when I’m not around to stop it!