Why?

It begins as a quirky feeling in the armpits. Only mildly annoying at first, but then the intensity increases. Soon, squirming sets in, and every hair of the head seems to be weighted down by some sort of supernatural force.

Eventually, there is no denying the fact that the desire to have a shower has suddenly rocketed to the top of ye olde priority list.

There is warmth and relief in the shower stall. Stress and grime are sieved off down the drain, and the steady patter of the showerhead dulls the daily clamour of sounds. A quickly snatched moment of peace amidst the chaos. And once done, there is the loveliness of being clean to be enjoyed. Perhaps time can be made for lotion. A face mask. Or at least a quick spritz of body spray which fills the steaminess of the bathroom with its sweet fragrance.

I know that this will be my experience the moment I climb the stairs and flick the shower on. I know the room will fill with humid heat and that I'll be able to finally shake the chill that has settled through my flannel pajamas during this unnaturally frigid Spring.

And yet I have filled my morning with other tasks. I've moved some furniture around, tidied up the girls' bedrooms and reorganized their toys. I've read some blogs, gathered up the laundry, and played the piano a bit. I've done everything I can think to do except have a shower.

I've been putting it off. And I've no earthly idea why.

This isn't an isolated incident for me. I encounter it daily. I skip showering on days when I get busy with this, that, and the other. And yet...I love showering. I love the process. I love the finished product.

I have no theories, and I'm a person who loves to dream up theories. How can I fight the problem without having the faintest clue as to its source?

Any insights? I mean, this isn't exactly an earth shattering problem, but even so.

Help!