Maybe a year or so ago, my cousin(ish) Laura wrote a blog post about the worst-case-scenario game she plays and gave a specific example of when she was in the shower and then thought of the worst possible thing that could happen while she was in the shower. Guess what I do whenever I take a shower now? That's right: worst case scenario. Not every shower, but every shower I manage to take all alone while the children are awake--don't judge me: Rex figured out how to unlock the bathroom door from the outside and if you've ever heard Alice scream....there's a reason she gets everything she wants.
Monday afternoon. I'd just finished cleaning the house--like really cleaning, dusting, mopping, toilet scrubbing, and was showering/cleaning the shower (little trick I learned from my mom), when I realize that not only am I alone in the shower and I'm alone in the bathroom and I can't hear any screaming. I begin to play the worse case scenario game. Rex and Alice are both awake and in the play room. Rex has been fascinate with death and asking lots of questions lately. While I'm in the shower, Rex puts a blanket over Alice's head and refuses to take it off, thus killing her, but because he's a minor and I was watching him, I get arrested and put in jail. Greg is obviously very upset with me and takes Rex and divorces me. I, then, having caused inadvertenly the death of one child and am alone in jail, decide my life is no longer worth living. And that was all washing my hair. I skipped the leg-shaving step and got out of the shower due to serious concern about Alice's safetly as I could now hear her complaining unhappily, possibly hurt, about something.
This is how I found her (see pictures below): She had followed Rex over a pile of blankets on the corner of the fireplace and then squiggled into a little hole between a corner desk and the fireplace and while Rex could escape, she couldn't. I pulled her out. She was fine and was she got out, thought she was pretty clever. She really does love to hide. And, according to Rex, I might add, that I must revise something I said about him last week: he was playing with Alice, not me. They were playing together! Maybe I should shower more often, then they'll be forced to be friends.
But I probably won't. That worse case scenario game is terrifying, even if it turns out my kids were playing nicely together.
Oh man, I'm so sorry I have ruined showering in peace for you! Haha showering has definitely gotten more tricky since lyla has pretty much given up her morning nap. She usually stands at the shower door whining for me.
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