The art of adjusting the shower with our new "tankless" water heater has been a work in progress. After five months, I believe I have honed in on my comfort zone. Something wonderful to understand with a tankless water heater is that the hot water supply is endless (unless you are trying to be green) and it is not affected by flushing toilets , dishwashers rumbling, or a load of laundry. Pure Bliss, until my reality creeps into the zone.
The reality is, I never knew my love of showering until I gave birth to Sj. The shower was the only escape for my postpartum fog that would not allow me to venture off anywhere, not even to the market alone. Well, I did go to Target once when she was a newborn, I was there and back with the little hand mitts in 7 minutes, roundtrip.
Yes, that neurotic. Trust me, not so neurotic the second time around, not even close.
Truthfully, the shower became my little oasis. A place I could slip into, feel refreshed, maybe cry for ten minutes, sing, laugh, but most importantly where I could be alone. I never quite appreciated showering in such away, until I became a mother.
Now fast forward to life with two girls, I still relish the shower. I always feel a bit bummed out when I have a quickie business shower. Or when I am mid body scrub and I hear someone calling my name, asking where something is. Or when my hubby stops by for a little peek, an eye brow raise, and an attempt at an inviting response. Unfortunately those reciprocating responses don't occur too often.
There aren't many things I can say are mine, all mine. Ten minutes in the shower, all by my lonesome, I am keeping coveted like a prized possession.