I attempted TWICE today to take a hot hot shower while our daughter slept. Both times, my man intrudes my “me time” because 1) he thought it’d be nice and 2) he was cold. He has what I like to call.....

THE MAN COLD. He’s lucky I love him so much, but really? My showers??? I’m mad. Sad. Envious knowing he is enjoying what was my perfectly hot, pressurized water. While I lay here next to our peaceful daughter...... at 02:15, knowing there will be no more warm water if I were to give it one last try.

Night.