Showering, and the lack there of

Dear Diary,

I’m disgusting. I only shower when I can’t remember the last time I showered.  I’m not ever sure if it’s the sleep deprivation induced memory loss, or the fact that it’s actually been days since I last bathed.  Either way, I’m gross. I’m starting to think showers are a real inconvenience and waste of time. When I finally do shower I can’t help but think of all the other things I could be doing with this precious time. Cleaning the kitchen for the 4^th time, folding at least one basket of laundry, sleeping, eating, the list goes on. As I scrub dried spit up that’s festered in between my boobs for only God knows how long, I like to guess how long it will be before my daughter pukes down my bra again. The soonest has been less than 30 seconds, the longest time is about an hour. I will say, I do make it a point to shower when I legit can’t remember.  And to be honest, sometimes I would just rather watch Scandal until I can’t keep my eyes open. Showering while both my kids are awake and when Daddy isn’t home is never gonna happen. I have one opportunity, one shot… and sometimes I just don’t take it.

        Honestly, Mommy