The unshowered mother of a newborn

When you’re home with your first baby and unshowered for three days, nobody much minds.

When you’re taking the older one to school and you’re unshowered for three days, it’s kind of embarrassing.

When one of the preschool families brings in their pet boa constrictor and mentions its poor sight and reliance on smell, being unshowered for three days in the summer might be European in the Greek-economy way rather than the endearingly-French kind of way.

[Seriously, they said, “no, she doesn’t try to constrict us, but we try not to smell like chickens.” I asked about goats, because that is the farm animal I most resemble olfactorily.]