My dear sweet husband is very, really--VERY--modest; like if there is a little girl sleepover, he is wearing shorts to bed "in case there is an emergency in the middle of the night and he has to get up!" So, to get in the shower, one needs to get "naked" to get in.
Alright, to the point, so this morning Ryan is wanting to get in the shower, standing by the shower door and this is the scene:
Ellen is searching through the dryer for some "sliders"; Erin is mulling around trying to decide what to do with her hair - A HA! epiphany, she turns on the bathtub water so she can wet down her hair and go with the scrunch look (mind you the shower is RIGHT by the bathtub); Emily has her sweet heiny on the toilet taking her own sweet time with the stinky morning pee while I am at the mirror trying to get ready without gagging on the smell.
Ryan is in a dilemna.
Quick, he has to act fact, Erin walked out to get her towel; his backside is to Emily and Ellen is by the dryer. So . . . he quickly takes off his briefs, flings them at Emily because she is a sitting duck and there is much loud resistance and gaggin on Emily's part (but she makes no move to hurry it up and wipe) and Ryan quick gets in and, Score! Safe behind the shower door.
This is a typical weekday morning at our household. Ryan should learn he really needs to get up and going earlier (because, no lie, sometimes the girls wake us up). I know, that is really, really bad (but true). And, i feel for him because he has NO idea what puberty will bring for these girls . . . I am bad enough I for him I think!
Oh, laugh out loud; thank You Sweet Jesus, Father God for this family!!!
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