“Mama, can I make some orange juice?”
“Sure. Just use the pitcher that’s on the counter.”
I pour the shampoo into my hand. All right. What’s something most moms can relate to? Oh yeah, I could write about . . .
“Mom, do you know where the white iPad is?”
“No. Wait, yes. Look on my bed.”
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.”
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 . . .
“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.”
Rinsing out the conditioner. Shoot. That idea’s totally gone now. Maybe I should go back to that post I started a while ago . . .
“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.”
Washing my body. Hmmm. I had that post about modesty started, but that’ll take some time to fini . . .
“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 . . .
“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.
“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, PEOPLE! I’M IN THE SHOWER! I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!!”
Shaving armpits. Okay, hurry up, inspiration.
Come on, idea, don’t be shy.
I know you’re around here somewhere.
“Mama? Are you out of the shower yet?”
Ah, of course. There you are.