I used to be the "can't live without a shower each and every morning" kind of girl. Now, I'm lucky if it's every other day. (Except in the summer time when it's all hot and I sweat. Then I take lots of showers. Don't hate.) There's a good reason.
The house can be SILENT -- husband w/headphones on, doing work, kids in rooms reading or whatnot, dogs sleeping. I think, "This is it. The moment when I can hop in for my 4-minute shower and get in and out and clean and then get on with my day."
Then. I hear "Mama?" and the door opens. Then I hear the flapping of little boy feet on the bathroom tile. Then I hear dog toenails clacking. Then pretty soon, I hear my daughter asking, "What's going on? Why are you in the bathroom, Simon?" Then I start telling everybody to please leave me alone for the 3.7 seconds it takes me to rinse my hair.
Then HUSBAND senses a disturbance in the Force, and comes to see what's up. And now, in our tiny bathroom, we have two elementary school kids, two confused dogs, and my husband. And now I can't even get OUT of the shower because there's no damned room.
Finally, I shoo them all out with the threat that I'm actually going to just get out of the shower wet and naked, and if they want that seared into their brains, that's their own problem. They finally leave.
And I reach for it, only to find they have somehow, for some mysterious reason, taken the towel.