When I was a young(er) mom, and full of All Motherly Wisdom, I would often hear other moms discuss the difficulty of showering. I, in my absolute certainty, internally scoffed. My babe was a mere infant and I managed to shower once, even twice, a day. I even managed to do my hair and make-up and dress in nice clothes.
I was clearly above them all.
After I had Andrew, and entered the realm of Mother to More Than One Child, I knew I was still above other moms. I continuously managed to shower daily, get dressed, do my make-up, exercise, read a million stories to my eldest, teach my baby math, cook healthy and delicious meals, volunteer at dozens of organizations, organize fantastic murder mystery dinners, and other fantastic things*. I was the Homemaking Queen.
Then I had Baby A. That showering thing? Yeah, I get it now.
Excuse me while I go eat a big slice of humble pie.
*I might have exaggerated these accomplishments slightly.