Do you know what one word will stop a relaxing, well-earned shower dead in its tracks?
This was, of course, immediately followed by little fingers clawing at the edges of the door whilst I desperately tried to rinse soap out of my hair – then eyes – as quickly as I could. The invasion was imminent.
I had time to don one corner of my towel before you two – children who were supposed to be SLEEPING – flung wide the door. “Mom! We need another night light. Buddy was looking at your under the door. You’re wet.”
I may not be relaxed, but at least I am clean. And – apparently – still on the clock.