I'm not a morning person. I never have been. I never will... at least, voluntarily. My children have forced me into a morning person's life. I still eyeball the clock each and every morning. Groan at 7 a.m. Roll over at 6 a.m., and mutter a couple indecipherable words at 5 a.m. or earlier.

The first thing I yearn for each morning is not a cup of caffeine. It's a shower. Showers are my coffee - a shot of sanity before our days of chaos. But, personal hygiene itself can be a mystical creature when two little ones hijack your schedule.

I've been spoiled. Every morning, the hubs manages breakfast for the boys. While he spoons out oatmeal, slices strawberries and is hit with the first tantrums of the day, I shower. Not a long, pre-children wash, but a quick spurt of uninterrupted hygienic bliss.

Occasionally, I am on my own when business calls. Today was that day. Sometimes, I opt out of fresh and clean, and settle for "try not to see anybody" grungy. But, today, I had somewhere to be, which means bathing was a priority. You are all welcome, by the way.

We started our morning at 5 a.m. Hungry baby. Fed baby. Screaming baby. Up for the day. Followed shortly by screaming toddler. Whiny toddler. Up for the day. We did our breakfast routine with minimal upsets - other than I selected the "wrong" spoon for A's oatmeal - and, then, it was time. I had to get ready.

I placed A on the bed with free reign of the iPad and easily within my view. Five seconds later, he was completely immersed in Thomas the Train. Win. Then, on the floor, I created a maze of toys and expertly placed shoes for E, just to keep his attention. Start the timer.

In the five minutes I took to shower, I hopped out once to dislodge E from underneath our bed - a favorite place of his to roll, listened to E cry the entire time despite him actually sitting their gnawing on a toy in between wails, talked A through five meltdowns because the internet was freezing up his show, and convinced A to drop my eye liner before he used our cabinets as a coloring book... again.

I give you the shower dance. Lather, Rinse, Repeat for two more days. Bless the hubs and our normal routine.

Perhaps, I should rethink my social agenda this week. Or, I guess I can always blame the smell on the boys. Stinky toddler feet? Yeah. I think we're covered.

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