I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I had to sit for quite some time today to actually remember the last time I showered.
For the record, I did finally figure out that it was yesterday, after I finished raking clumps of old grass off the back yard. But still, the fact that I couldn’t immediately recall this was bothersome, to say the least.
Typically, I’m the type of person who can go five different directions at once. In fact, it’s not uncommon for me to make dinner while simultaneously listening to the news and checking my social media accounts.
Not today. Today I couldn’t remember the simplest of things…basic human hygiene.
I think this is partly because every day feels like the day before. Lately, I’ve been working seven days a week, so Monday looks the same as Friday. There is no “weekend” to set the two apart.
I also place some of the blame on my husband being home all the time, which is much different than when he travels during the week for work. That has made it even harder for me to differentiate one day from the next.
I’m hoping that it isn’t because social isolation has caused me to be less interested in caring for myself.
I’d hate to think that I would have avoided getting the virus only to emerge from this pandemic as “the smelly girl” who looks like she hasn’t washed her hair in a month. And please don’t get me started about the hair on my legs.
I’ve always been a bit of a homebody, but I must admit that I am looking forward to the day when I can expand my travels a bit, even if it’s to go to the restaurant around the corner to eat.
I’m afraid that if it doesn’t happen soon, I’m going to have to put “take a shower” on my calendar…just so I don’t forget.
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