I wrote this when my kids were smaller, enjoy. M
This morning I took a shower with two construction workers in my bathroom. I turned on the radio, put in a favorite CD and threw a plush, white towel over the shower door, turned the water on high and climbed in for a few moments of pampering. I washed passion flower shampoo out of my hair while the taller worker hammered on the doorframe. I lathered up my curvaceous, post-partum body while the thinner one repaired the door handles. Of course they stole the occasional glance, begging me to draw a happy face in the steam on the glass doors. I knew things were getting out of hand when I was asked to rewind the CD to Yankee Doodle Dandee as they danced in front of the mirrors.
Of course, the most unusual thing about this whole scenario was that I was able to take a shower, dry my hair and put on all of my makeup on the same day. Normally, these three things happen only on separate and non-consecutive days.
Just to clarify things, the two construction workers in my bathroom are off-limits to all you single women out there. Both are blonde and blue-eyed and I think they are rather handsome. However, the taller of the two happens to be about 37 inches high and turned three a couple of weeks ago. He is a great dancer and Yankee Doodle was his idea. The one who is good with the mechanics of anything with moving parts weighs about 28 pounds and communicates primarily in his own private language. We, his family, understand that “muck” means “milk,” and “nunga, nunga” means “I want that.”
I would love privacy and expect to have some in about eighteen years when our youngest, the velcro baby, might move out, assuming she is successful in her launch from home. In the meantime, I have learned to appreciate, if not enjoy, the sound of hammers in the morning and Yankee Doodle is a pretty cheerful song to have stuck in your head.
Yankee Doodle went to town a’riding on his pony…