Last night I seriously planned out how to get a shower at least every thirty-six hours all this week. Even lamer? I know for sure that I hadn't done that (and maybe in spite of doing that) I wouldn't get a shower oftener than every 48 hours, because that's the point at which I start to be able to smell myself and my bristle-y legs really start to annoy me. So here's how it goes:
I have to work backwards from Saturday night. Sat night showers are a given. Church is at 8:30 Sunday morning and there's no way on God's green earth I can get myself and two kids (and J) into the car, clothed and in our right minds by 8:15 if I have to take a shower when I wake up.
So if I know I'm going to take a shower Saturday night, then I should probably plan to take one Friday morning, which is fine, because Friday is relatively peaceful around here. And I have time to do school with S before L arrives at 12.
So then that means I could take a shower Wednesday night, but that doesn't work because we have friends for dinner Wednesdays and I never have the energy to take a shower after 10 at night. (What can I say? Conversation is more important to me than cleanliness) So I guess it'll have to be Thursday morning. Nope, wait. It'll have to be Thursday during naptime... We don't do showers when kids are awake around here. It can lead to all kinds of weirdness. School has to be finished by noon on Thursday because I have to teach and S has ballet all afternoon. SO, ok, Thursday, naptime, take a shower... And yay! That means Tuesday morning is shower-time and I can go to bed now and not have to shower!! Whoo-hoo!
How sad is that?