Seven Minutes in Heaven

I am not talking about what all of you (not me of course) did in high school... I am talking about taking a shower! With a baby in the house and daddy at work most of the day, I try to squeeze in a quick shower in the morning before Mattingly wakes up. I put the monitor on the sink so I can see if the little dots go up, meaning she is crying, and turn the heat up. This is probably the most relaxing time of my day. Sometimes I try to extend my time and just stand in the hot steaming shower and stare at the monitor praying that those little dots don't move. So, when daddy is home and can watch baby girl for me to take a shower in the evening, I am of course going to take my time and enjoy my shower. The other day however Paul decided that if Mattingly was crying, I should know about it. He brought her into the bathroom and proceeded to stand there, waiting for me to get out. I guess he thought that I would jump out and wrap a towel around myself and perform the miracle of making her calm down. Well... I did not jump out. I am in heaven for goodness sakes! But the crying, which echoed in the bathroom, did not make the experience very heavenly. I had to tell Paul to get the hell out of my heaven! Of course I did not use those words and tried to be as polite as possible, but that is what I wanted to yell. He apologized and left, but knowing that she was crying and that it was almost time to eat put a damper on my relaxation. So I got out, not as refreshed as possible, but at least I was clean - which is more than I can say for myself those first few weeks.