Once Upon A Mid-Morning Shower

One day last week, I took a mid-morning shower.

You think that's not newsworthy? Well, a mid-morning shower ONLY happens to this Momma after very careful weighing of two scenarios:

Cleanliness. Or possible arson.

I love my Jack and Max, but announcing to them that Momma is going into the land of "she can't see or hear a doggone thing you're doing" makes their little eyes light up like nothin' else. They're just - adventurous. And, I am often a major obstacle to their most creative of adventure planning.

But, in a moment of sheer bravery, I hopped in the shower after elevenses. Of course, I threatened them within an inch of their sticky little lives that if they even so much as moved off of the bed, that I'd...

Well, you get the point.

And amazingly, I walked out with both of the boys sitting on my bed still engrossed in the likes of the Imagination Movers. (What a psycho show. They, however, belly laugh at the absurdity.)

"Momma, you're a a beetiful pwincess", exclaims Max as I walk into the room. I think it had something to do with the towel turban on my head and the bra "Ariel shirt" I was wearing.

Side note: To appease my husband who is now having a heart attack that I just proclaimed to the world that our boys have seen The Little Mermaid, we only watch for Sebastian and the pirates, ok?

Let's move on.

I realize that my clothes are in the laundry room, where my clean clothes have set up house and home.

And, living on a couple of acres with virtually no neighbors, I decide to streak across the house in nothing but my pwincess headwear, "Ariel" thingy, and underwear to retrieve my morning attire from the laundry room.

Let's just say that our package-toting, doorbell-ringing, window-peering UPS man ain't never seen a princess like that before.

Hey, at least I wasn't wearing my little silver number.