It’s the beginning of the long Veteran’s Day weekend – Vince is out with his scout troop and I’m about to step into the shower with Edda. Edda hasn’t had a shower in a few days and her hair is getting a little greasy. I never understand when fashion magazines tout the advantages of unwashed hair. I wish I could bathe Edda every day – I could have our sitters help us out, but the accessible bathroom is the master bath and I work our bedroom so it is a little awkward to have the sitter in our own private space and also while I am working. I would do it in the evening, but then Edda gets grumpy and it just seems easier to just ease her into bed without tormenting her with a shower. Anyways, it just means that she’s a little bit under bathed. Not too terrible I suppose.
