On weekends, if our only plans for leaving the house are to take garbage to the dumpster, I don’t see any reason to bathe. The dumpster certainly smells worse than my body odor.
When I don’t shower, my son is off the hook, too. During cold season, I put him in the steamy shower after me to keep his sinuses clear. Since he’s been relatively healthy, I figured he could skip a shower today, too.
Of course, Philip had other plans. I had unlocked the master bedroom to retrieve the laundry. While I was in the basement putting dirty clothes in the washer, Philip was in the master bath. Putting toothpaste in his hair.
Guess who ended up getting a shower after all?
Lucky day thirteen of NanoPoblano/NaBloPoMo