I desperately needed a shower today, but as I silently inched out of bed, Joy wakes up. "Huggies, mommy, huggies," she coos. Ugh. My hair smells greasy, my armpits look like Madonna's from the 80's and the back of my neck is itchy (always a tell-tale sign that I need a bath). I swooped her up, whispered that mommy needed a shower, and plopped her next to her dad. Oh, no, she would have none of that. Amid ear-deafening screams, my husband waves at me to hurry up and take a shower. I run.
Ah, it was nice - for five minutes. I could still hear her screaming, and now she was pounding on the door. So I quickly toweled off and opened the door naked. As soon as I opened the door, she literally jumped back, startled by what she saw. She did stop crying though, but I almost started. The sight of me naked left her awe-struck, but not in a good way. Even a 2 1/2 year old thinks I need to go on a diet.
