Sweet Little Beauties

Showers at our house can get kind of tricky. The trickiness began when the triplets were babies. I tried as much as possible to rest when they were napping during the day. Usually Chloe and I would curl up together and catch a movie. I was so tired. Nights were always too short, especially when you are up most of them, feeding, changing, rocking or pumping. So, as you can imagine, and as Matt will confirm, showers were not a priority. Usually it was later in the evening, if I was lucky. Then as they became mobile, there was NO WAY I was taking a shower when I was home alone with them. Forget it. Then they began walking, still no way I was showering while at home alone with them. Then Chloe kind of became my little helper. I would gate the toy room and leave the bathroom door open so I could hear everything. Chloe was my watch girl. I swear during a 2 minute and 14 second shower, I probably asked her 74 times if they were all okay, if they were climbing, if they were putting things in their mouths. There was a wet streak in the hall from the bathroom to the toy room daily, because every time the cry was a little distressed I would bolt from the shower to be sure they were okay. Usually they were, a few times they climbed on top of the chest or one had taken a "nibble" on another one.
When Chloe began school this fall, things became really tricky again. The option of going without a shower until late evening...not an option...I didn't want to admit to myself that I may have a little of "that Mom" in me. Showering during nap time...a no no at our house. The bathroom shares a wall with their room. (Mommy needs the regrouping, down time during the nap.) So I decided to get brave and just go for it. The first few times seemed to go smooth. They would all stand at the gate and watch, or cry for me. (So relaxing.) Soon they began just playing. Most of the time getting along well. Then the discovered Elmo and Happy Feet. This was my savior as I began to shave my legs again. Ahhh.
Then one day I decided to let them play in the living room while I showered. I gated everything off of course. They were very quiet the entire time. Which caused severe concern on my behalf. I kept calling for them, no answer. I quickly ran from my soapy bliss, to the living room...not there...kitchen gate open...all three of them sitting on TOP of the kitchen counter, putting on chap-stick, band-aids and drinking diet coke...well except Farrah, "she likes coffee." (Just ask her.) In case you are wondering...no I did not forget to close the gate leading to the kitchen. Farrah can open it. (Just ask her.) She will do it gladly for you, me and any of her sisters. If you are wondering...nope, they didn't use a chair. They climbed like little monkeys. Using cabinets and drawers to make their way "safely" to the top.
Needless to say...showers have once again become more complicated. WOW, my legs are hairy.

So...what does this long story have to do with the photo above, you are wondering?

When I finished with my shower yesterday, this is how I found them when I tippy-toed from the bathroom to spy what they were up to.
My three sweet little triplet Beauties sitting in the chair together, cuddled up in a blanket, reading a book. Melted my heart.

And yes...they were back to their usual antics today...

Bathroom Fun

I will start by saying I know I am not the only one, but I had to share.
I have often pondered where my high maintenance attitude has gone. In fact, I have written about it several time since the birth of our blog. Yet every time the question "pops" into my mind...I begin to think of the many reasons it has been pushed right out the nursery window (with a stiff kick to the rear.) Long story short, I made a list.
1. My beauties don't care what my hair looks like. (Although whenever the mailman or other delivery person comes to the day, they act "shocked" by my appearance.)
2. Who has the patience to listen to four hollering beauties while trying to shave your legs?
3. Who can stand to have all four beauties pulling EVERYTHING out of the bathroom drawers in 5 seconds flat? (Sixteen times, just while brushing my top teeth, it was another 18 with the bottom half.)
4. All three of the littlest beauties need a clothing change by the end of "MY" 2 minute shower. (I do enough laundry!)
5. In the time it takes me to gather clothing from my closet (downstairs) Chloe has managed 10 different eye shadow shades, blush, mascara and mine and daddy's deodorant. Yeah she's that quick.
6. When I gate them out of the bathroom, they stand (all 4) at the gate crying, fighting and yelling Mama the entire time the water in running. Ahh, so relaxing.
7. I am so tired by the time they are in bed, if I haven't snuck one in, it may as well wait until tomorrow. After all, I am gong to take one then anyway, right?
8. Matt works nights now.
9. It's better for your hair color to wash every four day, right?
10. The littlest beauties climb. On their potty chairs, step stools, the toilet and of course each other. All in the attempt or shall I say challenge of getting to their toothbrushes and the water faucet. I guess it is good they like to brush regularly.
11. They love the things that plug in, hairdryers, flatirons...I have to lock them out for their safety.
12. Toilet Paper...need I really say more?
13. The toilet...again, need I say more?
14. They love throwing things into the shower with me. Towels, fifis, stuffed animals, books, anything they can lift is fair game. (Yes the house is baby proof. But no house is ever really triplet proof.)
I could go on and on. But these are some of the basic reasons I always look like I haven't taken a shower. I pick my battles. Today I lost the battle, since I decided to take one between breakfast and lunch. Tomorrow is another day another conquest. Tonight I will take comfort in knowing my husband and my beauties love me even if I do have messy hair and a make-up free face, or if on a not so great day, I may not smell like a goddess! They think I am.