This is why Momma's don't get showers. In the shower this morning (only my second for the week, mind you), I hear blood curdling screams. Princess was in her high chair, so I knew she was safe, but the quality of those screams made my heart stop. I rushed to rinse the soap off my face and came out to the dining room still mostly dripping to find that Princess was upset because she knocked her oatmeal bowl to the floor and a dog was laying next to it. Seriously? I got out of my shower early for this?
Aaaaaaaah, the joys of motherhood! :-)