I am a champion in the quick shower division. After thirty years of adopting and fostering special needs kids, I have to be. I wear my hair really short so that washing it eats up 30 seconds or less of my allotted five minutes. I usually come in under four minutes. Since the Dad leaves for work before the kids stir, my shower has to be a masterpiece of time management.
GB is the first to wake. She gets herself dressed for school (elastic waist only), takes her medicine, brushes her teeth, then goes downstairs to let Ellie out. After Ellie is done with her business, GB feeds her, puts her in her crate, and comes upstairs. I usually start my shower as GB leaves the bathroom and am done when she comes back upstairs. I then begin the arduous process of getting Hope out to school.
That is not how it worked this morning. As I was rinsing my hair, Hope came in to use the toilet. I stuck my head out of the shower and reminded Hope to use the toilet and NOT touch anything. This was necessary because on Saturday she was permitted to use the toilet by herself and she got out the spray cleaner with bleach and sprayed my good bath sheets and ruined them. I was out of the shower in less than two minutes. In that time, Hope filled the toilet with
a roll lots of toilet tissue and quickly flushed three times. Before I had a (regular) towel around me, the bathroom was three quarters flooded. I quickly mopped up the mess with towels, trying to contain the problem. I can’t do anything without a cane yet, so my efforts in plunging were futile. It is the master bath, the one with the raised toilet seat, the ONLY one I am allowed to use.
I do not need a shower that bad. Ever. This is Day 14. I am beginning to fear that this will be our new normal for a while.