Confession Time
Alright, I am going to share something that I am neither proud of nor trying to justify. I don’t shower every day. There it is. Out in the open. It is not that I don’t enjoy being clean, it just takes more effort and energy to bathe here.
In the States, you may have to wait a few seconds before the water heats up. Well, the only way you are getting anything but cold is if you take time to heat some water over the stove top. Also, in the States, you typically have the shower head over you, spraying down over your head. Here, we splash ourselves out of a bucket. (Wayne, Carrie, you know what I’m talking about.)
The final roadblock to daily bathing (even as I write it I feel a bit shameful) is that I don’t get much free time during the day. The first visitors of the day usually show up right as I am about to take my first bite of breakfast and if I do get a pause during the day, my first thought is simply to sit down. Bathing usually slips my mind.
So there it is. Everyone now knows and is silently judging me, but I don’t care. You are free to feel how you want. I am fairly content to wallow in my own filth as you read this post.
