Scratch that title. I don't LIKE showers right now, I LOVE them. It started in the hospital, when I felt all gross after two days of nothing but warmed wet wipes and spitting my toothpaste into a Dix.ie cup.
When I got up to take my first shower, my legs were wobbly, my abdomen sore, my head a bit dizzy. But getting under that warm spray of water counteracted all of that and I felt miraculously better.
My love affair with the shower has continued at home. The warm water pulsating on my sore back muscles feels heavenly. I adore my pomegranate mango bath gel that makes my whole bathroom smell like the tropics. I shampoo my hair twice, just to extend my time under the spray.
My time in the shower is just that. My time. My husband is keeping an eye and ear out for Will and I will admit, I do linger. Once M starts work again on Monday, I know that will change. I will be scurrying in and out of that shower and not taking time to fully lather, rinse, repeat.
In the meantime, however, I am enjoying every single minute of shower heaven. It truly is the little things sometimes.