There is nothing more fabulous than a glorious, long, hot shower.
I’ve been fine-tuning the delicate art of wasting litres and litres of precious Sydney water for years now, but it has never been a more treasured activity than now as the full-time mum to Little Miss Q.
Initially Gregory and I took Q into the shower with us – I’ll never forget that first time when we were so worried we only passed her between us after a tentative count of three – but now she’s a little wriggly (read independent) to be held underwater with soapy hands in a cold, tiled area, so she’s graduated to the bath.
Which leaves me free to reclaim my day’s greatest pleasure and enjoy my shower without Q in my arms trying to amputate my ear with her teeth.
Today it felt extra fabulous because she has been Captain Cling-Whinge for the past few days, and it really doesn’t suit her and it leaves me so tired I can’t even be bothered to get the cheese out of the fridge and pour myself a glass of wine.
Instead I snuggle her till she sleeps (don’t tell Tresillian) put her in her cot and head for the bathroom.
Tis indeed the simple things in life that make it grand.