Shower

The other day I was getting Mary ready to hop in the shower and she said, "Why do I have to take a bath and nobody else does?" It was so cute! I told her that I'd had a shower the day before and she hadn't had one for several days and she was starting to stink. She knows I'm joking. The shower is not one of my favorite activities. I hate getting wet. Now that it's colder, I have to make sure it's warm enough for her, so I put the space heater in the bathroom and then move it to the bedroom before she gets out. She's gotten so that she really doesn't remember what she's washed or whether she's washing or rinsing something. And she doens't always make good decisions, so she gets soap in her eyes a lot. I have to watch her like a hawk, not losing myself in thought for a second. There's also the constant fear that she's going to fall. I hate that shower. It's so tiny. The hose got a hole in it, so I had to replace it and this one doesn't fit into the holder properly, although it is longer. So now I can't tilt the head down at all, which she doesn't understand. She always likes the shower once she's in there. The warmth feels good. She also likes me washing her hair. I especially hate the petromleum jelly afterwards. It gets all over her clothes. But it does keep her skin nice.

Time to give her her shot and get her up.