Mulit-tasking Mama

There have been days when the only opportunity I get to drink my coffee HOT is by taking it into the shower with me. I hide out in the bathroom, ignoring the sounds of the dogs trying to scratch their way in, the cat trying to scratch her way out, the two year-old screaming in the next room because her tall, tall tower keeps falling over...and suck down the liquid crack. Of course now that the Child has learned how to open all the doors in the house (what a great trick!) the game has changed slightly. Now it involves me, the shower, the cup of liquid crack, a rollicking round of shower curtain peek-a-boo (with the Child AND the dogs), and an awkward discussion on how big girl bodies are different from little girl bodies. It is no wonder that at least once a week I walk out of the house with hair that looks like it has not been washed in a week. These days route-memory processes like showering require actual thought, and it is hard to remember to rinse the conditioner out of your hair when you are trying to explain to a 2 year old why she is not furry "down there".