As a divorced working mom of three I have limited alone
time. So when my alarm sounds, I hold my breath and try to
float across the creaky wooden floor without disturbing the sleeping toddler in my bed or the twins in the room next door. I brew my
first pot of coffee for the day and I take a seat on the couch where I give thanks for the silence.
A brief, but peaceful shower was once part of this morning
routine. However, all that changed when I purchased a cheap shower curtain to
replace the old dingy one not long ago. This demonic
sheet of plastic, which clings to my body as soon as I turn on the faucet, has converted my shower into a battleground. Each day we face off. I struggle to
wash my hair with one hand while extending the other arm horizontally against the plastic in an effort to keep it from smothering me.
Today I defeated the cheap shower curtain however.
When I
turned on the water and the curtain gravitated towards me as usual, I did not
resist. Instead, I allowed the annoying, giant sheet of plastic wrap to cloak me. I used
both hands to wash my hair properly, all the while sensing the uncomfortable
material taunting me, but nevertheless refusing to allow it to elicit a reaction. Instead, I felt the frustration quickly rise and then fall within me, and then I
watched it wash down the drain without consuming me.
