I never realized how your personal hygiene goes out the window once you have a wee one. I sat feeding her today, sniff sniff. I look down at her, and lean in closer have you pooped already. Good Gawd, that stinks. But the closer I get to her, the less I think its her.
It can’t be, I say to myself I lean into my own arm pit. For the love of all that is holy, it is me. It then gets me thinking, hmmm when was the last time I had a shower? I don’t remember anymore when I last cleaned myself. How is that??!! I know that I haven’t shaved my legs in almost four months. I call it my real hair leg warmers. I mean it is winter after all, and whom the hell is going to care. At least I remember to brush my teeth every night. I think any way.
I did end up having a shower tonight. And holy hell, it felt great. I didn’t want to get out. But there is no such thing as long leisurely bath time any longer. But I kept thinking back to when I was little. And my dad would tell me it was time to get out of the bath. “But I’m not wrinkly yet” I would protest. That is the true way to tell when it’s time to get out of the bath right?. I just wanted to say that tonight.
I wanted to fill the tub, have bubbles. Maybe some candles, a glass of something something. Put my legs freshly shaven they would be, up by the taps. Sink deep until my ears were touching the water. But alas I was snapped out of my wet dream if you will. By the tiny whimper coming from the living room.
I think I might have to write down take shower, and put it somewhere so I remember. How have I become so forgetful?