Over the last few days, I’ve been thinking about the direction this blog will take, what with me being a newby and all. Am I a mummy blogger? life blogger? food blogger? (that’s a definite no). I just started writing one day and hoped that the route would unveil itself. Today I’m settling for stinky mummy blogger.
My husband had a job interview today and rather than preparing his stuff last night, he scrambled about this morning, ranting at me from room to room for… wait for it…. not helping him out! There are lots of lost in translation moments in our house but I understood this to mean not ironing his shirt (which he was actually
doing struggling with at the time), preparing his bag (he’s not five!), putting petrol in the car and generally wiping his behind. Meanwhile, I was thankful to be wiping little madam’s behind before her swimming lesson instead of during it. So he was sorted and she was sorted. That left me.
The house was like it had been ransacked by squatters. I hate going out for the day and coming home to a pigsty but when you live in a stamp sized apartment that has been overtaken by dancing monkey’s and baby regalia, it’s hard to stay spic and span. I gave up and turned my blind eye.
The clock was ticking and I had a bus to catch. I didn’t have time for a shower. Am I turning Italian already? My in-laws only get one shower a week so surely in our duel nationality household, not showering is the norm. What did it matter anyway, I was going to the swimming baths! They have water, it cleans.. that would suffice. I didn’t even pack a travel shower gel for the swimming pool shower and you know why? I’m a mother, I don’t do travel shower gel anymore, what would I do with the baby? So, no shower at home, no shower at the pool.
And despite all this, whilst whizzing little madam around in wavy circles and upping and downing her to the Grand Old Duke of York, I thought…‘oh i must look fine.. I’ve got blusher on!’ . I looked fine, but did I smell fine? My face wasnt too shabby but thank God my legs were under water because they had starting growing stubble from yesterday’s shave! (I hope nobody noticed my unpainted hairy toes!! note to self: take more pride).
There just aren’t enough hours in the day for it all. I havent had a manicure for nine months. I have developed dark circles under my eyes. I’m still wearing “big knickers” and I haven’t had a shower for probably about thirty-six hours. I was thrilled to learn this evening that I’m not alone. I let out a good old belly laugh when reading Circus Queen’s post on reasons to mingle with other mums – point 2: they give you a reason to have a shower.
And there lies the solution to the shower debate: take a friend with you to the swimming baths, it forces you to
pretend you’ve had a shower make an effort!