KNOCK KNOCK.
“Mama, can I make some orange juice?”
“Sure. Just use the pitcher that’s on the counter.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I pour the shampoo into my hand. All right. What’s something most moms can relate to? Oh yeah, I could write about . . .
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Mom, do you know where the white iPad is?”
“No. Wait, yes. Look on my bed.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I start to wash my hair, then remember something.
“Hold up! Did you do your algebra homework?”
“No. I forgot to write down the problems we were supposed to do.”
“Soooo . . . you’re just not going to do it?”
“I don’t know . . .”
Rinsing out the shampoo.
“Sweetie, this is when you get on the horn and call one of your friends and see if they wrote down the assignment.”
“The horn?”
“The phone.”
“Good idea.”
Yes, I know. I’m full of good ideas. Especially in the shower. Pouring the conditioner into my hand. Okay. What was that idea I had as I was drifting off to sleep last night? Oh, I think it was . . .
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Mama? The orange juice says, ‘No sugar added.'”
“Yes . . . and?”
“Does that mean I should add sugar?”
“No, that just means . . . No. We always get orange juice with no sugar added.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Rinsing out the conditioner. Shoot. That idea’s totally gone now. Maybe I should go back to that post I started a while ago . . .
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Mommy! I need you! Reading Eggs is all messed up!”
“I’m IN THE SHOWER, sweetie.”
“But I NEED you!”
“Ask Daddy or your sister to help you.”
“NO! I need YOU!”
“Well, I can’t help you with the computer when I’m in the shower, so you’re going to have to be patient until I get out. Or you can ask somebody else.”
“UGH!”
Washing my body. Hmmm. I had that post about modesty started, but that’ll take some time to fini . . .
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Mama? What-times-what makes 35?”
“Think it through, sweets. It ends in a five, so what-times-five equals 35?”
“Three times five?”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, duh. Seven. Thanks.”
For the love. Starting to shave my legs. Okay, blog post ideas . . .
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Mama! Mama! I want to show you something!”
“I’M IN THE SHOWER.”
“Can I show it to you when you get out?”
“THAT WOULD BE GOOD.”
Shaving other leg.
KNOCK KNOCK.
“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, PEOPLE! I’M IN THE SHOWER! I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!!”
Shaving armpits. Okay, hurry up, inspiration.
KNOCK KNOCK.
Come on, idea, don’t be shy.
KNOCK KNOCK.
I know you’re around here somewhere.
“Mama? Are you out of the shower yet?”
Ah, of course. There you are.
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My kids are grown now, but I remember those days well. Thanks for reminding me. Eventually they do grow up and leave home. It is such a pleasure seeing one’s children become wonderful adults.