The Long Shower

Ben gives me much grief about the fact that I take a very long shower. So long that if I am the 3rd person in the house to shower, or if we are also trying to do laundry, I'll run us out of hot water.

What Ben doesn't understand is that a long shower is my escape from the world. My fifteen (or twenty) minutes of quiet solitude.

The second I get out of the shower the chaos of my real life resumes. For example, today:

Me: ***Opening bathroom door***
Connor: "Mom, can you make me chocolate milk?"
Me: "Maybe Connor."
Sophia: "Mom, I want to take a bath."
Me: "You can take one tonight."
Connor: "And it could be like the most chocolate milk ever."
Me: "Maybe Connor."
Sophia: "I want to take a bath now."
Me: "No, you can take one tonight."
Connor: "Can you make me chocolate milk?"
Me: "Yes, let me get ready and then I will make you some."
Sophia: "Mom, I want to take a bath, okay?"
Me: "You can take one tonight."
Sophia: "Okay, I take a bath now."
Me: "Tonight"
Connor: "And there could be so much chocolate in it that you can't even taste the milk."
Me: "Sure buddy, just let me get ready."
Sophia: "Mom, I ready go."
Me: "I'm not ready yet Sophie, let me get dressed and then I will make Buddy some milk, and we will get ready to go."
Sophia: "Mom, I want to take a bath."
Connor: "Mom, can I have more toast?"
Me: ***Deep sighs*** "You should ask your Dad about it."
Sophia: "Dad, I want to take a bath."
Connor: "What?"
Me: "Ask your dad if you can have more toast."
Connor: "What?"
Me: "Ask your dad if you can have more toast."
Sophia: "Dad, I want to take a bath."
Me: ****wondering if it is too late to get back into the shower****

Note to self...work on boundaries with the children.