I peeled an orange in the shower. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but it really happened. There I was, in the shower, minding my own business, when Tiny-Small burst through the door yelling, “I’m hungee, Mom! I’m hungee!” I told her I’d be out in a minute and then I’d get her something to eat. She ran off and I was happy.
But, then, she came back. With an orange. I was washing my hair, soap dripping everywhere, when I see a small hand thrust through the shower curtain, presenting me with an orange.
“Can I eat this, Mom?” she asked?
“In a minute. I am almost done.” I replied.
“I’m so hungee mom. My belly is starving.”
“Can you ask your dad to peel it? I’m in the shower!”
“He’s not here. I’m so hungee. He took Lucy for a walk. Can I eat this now? Please, I have a starving belly, Mom.”
So, with soap dripping in my eyes, I reached for the orange, rinsed it in the shower, stuck my hands outside the shower curtain and began peeling the orange as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, Tiny-Small cheered and danced around in the bathroom.
Then she sat down on the floor and ate her orange.
I feel like this is taking multitasking to a new level. I mean, preparing food while simultaneously taking a shower is probably not the norm and probably an exercise in breaking all sorts of personal boundaries and likely a few health code violations too. The thing is, I just wanted to take a shower, without any crying or starving bellies guilting me into hurrying up.
I don’t think I have taken more than four or five shower completely by myself in the past 3.5 years. I mean, there is always someone standing outside of the shower curtain talking, complaining, or demanding. Sometimes, even a dog strolls in and sticks his head in the shower to see what I am up to.
I really need to start locking the door more.
Have you had any strange parenting multitasking episodes? Have you ever peeled an orange in the shower? Please say YES. I have more strange shower stories than any mother should have. I am hoping you do too. That way I can feel almost normal.