There's A Plant in My Shower

There’s a Plant In My Shower!

“I don’t like that soap!” my husband exclaimed as he came out of my bathroom.

Yes, after all the years of raising kids and standing in line in front of one
tiny bathroom, we now have “His” and “Her” bathrooms.

“Why were you showering in my bathroom, anyway?” I questioned.

“There’s a plant in my shower,” came his flat reply.

“Oh, …I only left it in there to dry after I sprayed the dust off of the leaves,”
I explained as I wondered why he didn’t just simply
take the plant out of the shower.

“So, what’s wrong with the soap,” I asked, “Why don’t you like it?”

“It has sand in it,” came his reply.

“That’s not sand, that’s strawberry seeds. It’s an exfoliating soap and it gets rid
of dead skin and makes your skin softer…your daughter made it.” I explained.

“Well, tell her to leave the sand out next time,” he said.

“It’s not sand, it’s…oh, never mind!”

I sighed as I made a mental note to ask my daughter to make him a
big chunk of camouflage soap that smells like dirt.

“Well, I don’t like scratchy soap. I need all my skin,” He proclaimed as he
rubbed his hair dry with a towel, “And how am I supposed to know which
one of those 25 bottles in there is shampoo, anyway,” He complained,
“After all, I can’t wear my glasses in the shower.”

I cringed as he was speaking, just hoping he had not picked up the
bottle of Nair instead of the shampoo.

He continued his lament, “What are all those dried up sponges and
blobs of fish nets in there for anyway? I couldn’t find a washcloth anywhere!”

“They are called “loufahs” and “bath poufs” …they are
the washcloths.” I explained.

“Well, I want a real washcloth,” he said matter-of-factly.

“And what do you need with all those bottles, and all that
other junk in there anyway?” he grumbled.

“It’s not junk. There are only a few different kinds of shampoo,
some conditioners, baby oil, shower gel, a razor,
oh… and my rubber ducky,” I smiled.

“There is just way too much stuff in there, he insisted. I have a bar of soap,
and one bottle of shampoo in my shower.
That’s all you need,” he said emphatically.

“Well, use your own bathroom then.” I groaned.

“There’s a plant in my shower.” he said.