Dear Reese,
It’s good you went to bed early because I needed that extra half hour tonight to scrub the shower. I hope someday you have a mama who you think of as always keeping the shower spotless. A mama who dusts the top of the cabinet doors in the kitchen or takes the books off the shelf every month to dust. What a good example a mama like that would be.
But alas, today I am the mama who finds standing water in her shower that didn’t drain last night and no reachable way to unclog it (yes, I have a lot of thick hair that I am no stranger to pulling out of gross drains). With a frantic Google search, before I go get you at the cottage after work, I try plunging the drain and it brings up a bunch of black something that looks like it might be broken pieces of pipe liner. Which can’t be good. I get a bucket, look at the time, and decide to figure out how to deal with this after you go to sleep.
In a blessing, when I come back to the shower it looks like the early plunging did do something after all and the shower has drained, leaving a bunch of stuck-on ick behind. (And okay, I haven’t scrubbed the shower in a while now. I’d use you as an excuse — what new parent has the time? — but I’ve always been like this). So my Friday evening is spent mostly with a scrub brush and Lime-A-Way while I listen to a new NaddPod episode.
Anyway, I’m pretty proud of myself when it’s done. At first glance, you might mistake me for someone who normally has a clean shower. Just don’t look too closely. The tub never completely recovered from that black rose bath bomb a few years ago.
In other news, MorMor sent more proof today that you can hold a bottle, albeit a tiny one.
Love,
Mama