I wonder if there’ll come a time when I look back on these days, with rose-tinted glasses firmly in place, and feel lonely taking a shower in an empty bathroom. Or find it odd to have the quiet to listen to my own thoughts for a moment.
You could count to three from when I close the bathroom door and turn the water on to when the door handle turns and in run my two little monkeys. They have me captive, all to themselves, no distractions.
Sun talks non stop as always. Often answering his own questions quickly before moving on to the next. One after the other. Trickle, trickle, flow.
The mirror is a canvas for Shine, who draws rainbows and whales and sharks and happy faces and grumpy faces. She traces the drops that fall from her fingertips and pushes them up and into trees, people and boats. Trickle, trickle, flow.
They fight to pass me my towel and make me laugh with their comments – ‘you have a very pretty bottom, Mummy’, Shine said this morning, while Sun asked ‘Why didn’t you shave your leg beard today, Mummy?’.
Privacy – none. Dignity – none. Entertainment – plenty.
Go see more ordinary moments with mummy daddy me if you fancy it.