Showers

When I got to the daycare on Monday evening, Jory was sleeping. Ms Adina told me that he threw up his McD’s, which I got for him as a street after we left daycare, and then he laid down and promptly went to sleep.

I lifted my growing baby up and discovered he was also wet. I could still smell the vomit faintly on him. I just wanted to take him home throw him in the shower quickly, lotion him down, and put him to bed. But I can’t do that. Can’t do that because WE DON”T HAVE A SHOWER!!!! Okay, we have two working showers, but one is sacred and can’t be used and the other is filled with stuff.

I want to take a shower! Isn’t that our God given right to take a shower? A simple shower. Now instead, I have to take my sick baby home, run bath water, put him in, etc… A shower would be much easier and simpler. But because we’re on month nine billion on the construction, we can’t shower. One day, maybe it’ll be our birthday present- - a real life shower.