Maggie is still sleeping. Perfect time to hop in the shower.
Turn shower on, undress, pull curtain, check monitor quick just to be sure those eyes are still closed.
Boom. Eyes open.
Okay, still doable. Grab Maggie. Change diaper. Drag walker/bouncer/seat thingy into the bathroom with left arm, hook Maggie into my right arm. Plop Maggie in. Distract her. Jump in shower.
Thirty seconds goes by.
Poke my head out. “Peek-a-boo!” Maggie laughs. Good, good. This is fine.
Back in shower. “Wahhhhh!”
Pop head out. “Peek-a-boo!” Laughs. Cool; I got this.
Cool. On to the next.
“Maggie, look! Press these buttons and they make funny noises!” Awesome, she’ll be into this for a little while.
Two minutes go by. Poke head out SUPER fast to see how things are going.
I screwed up. Our eyes lock.
“It’s okay Maggie! Mama is almost done,” as I sing “row, row, row your boat gently down the stream…”
Open the shower curtain halfway.
Maggie sees the goods (my boobs) and wants to be picked up. Can’t pick up. Shower will definitely be over. Must.power.through.
“Maggie! Hi! Here’s Mommy!”
All smiles as I continue to shower with the curtain half open while creating a little pool on the bathroom floor. I shave my legs as I sing “the ants go marching one by one…” and of course, do our choreographed dance as I perform the song.
For now, Maggie is happy and I’m able to shave my legs. Good stuff.
I quickly finish my shower with a superb rendition of ‘Hello Maggie’ (sung to the tune of Babs’ ‘Hello Dolly’), then hop out.
Mags spots the goods again and starts to fuss. The poor thing is hungry and has been patient. I pick her up and feed her as I drip dry, and think this has been a win for today.