Being Kendra_ Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back - Kendra Wilkinson [13]
I don’t even have enough energy to bathe baby Hank every day; I have even less energy (and time) to bathe myself. I don’t know how some of these moms do it; kudos to them! I think I’m pretty young and fit, and Hank is definitely fit, but by the end of the day we are pooped. So we bathe him every two to three days. People make such a big deal over bath time—“Oh, I have to bathe him every night before bed,” they say. I’m like, “How the hell do you bathe your kid every night? You’ll be a hunchback!”
I work really hard so that I can get my stuff done quickly and spend time with Hank and the baby. That’s why I eat my breakfast and drink my coffee in the shower pretty much every morning of my life. I don’t like to waste time on necessary things, so when it comes to anything to do with myself, like showering, I rush through it. I’m not big on manicures or pedicures, and I don’t relax when going to the bathroom. I think all that stuff wastes time I could be using to accomplish something else more important. So I try to avoid taking a shower as much as I can because it’s such a time suck for me.
But if I’m going to take a shower I’m going to make the best of that time and multitask. While I’m in the shower, I eat my breakfast, drink my coffee, and brush my teeth all at the same time. If you think about how much time we waste on showering, blowing out our hair, going to the bathroom, getting our nails done, it’s probably a good eight hours a week. That’s practically a full day’s work!
Usually, I make toast or an egg sandwich and a coffee and smoothie and bring it all to the shower with me. I kind of have it all scattered around like a buffet. Some things on the bath ledge, some things on the sink counter, some stuff on the floor. I’ll put my coffee (in a covered to-go mug) on the soap dish and my sandwich right by my razor—close enough for me to grab but still not get wet. Maybe I’ll leave my smoothie on the sink and kind of peek out from the curtain and grab a few sips here and there. I’ll be shaving with one hand and have a coffee in the other, or have a loofah in one hand with soap suds trying to wash my body while I’m chowing down on an egg sandwich in the other hand.
Here I am scrubbing myself, eating my breakfast, drinking my coffee. After I’m done eating I brush my teeth and there we go, done deal. I put my clothes on and I’m out the door. That’s something I do almost every time I shower in the morning, and I do it all so quickly and efficiently that it allows me so much more time each week to spend with my family.
I rush through all of that because there are so many more things I’d rather be doing—like playing with Hank Jr. Things like eating breakfast in the shower may seem bizarre, but it gives me that extra edge to have enough time during the day. I don’t do things by the book. I just try to do what works for me.
Now that Hank is eighteen months old and a very independent little boy, and I’ve got my act together when it comes to balancing work and being a mom, we are in better shape. One thing I try not to do is overbook myself. But I do realize I need to work. Just because I’m not a nine-to-five type of corporate employee doesn’t mean I can’t put in a solid forty-hour workweek. Sometimes I work at night; sometimes on the weekend. But I know I have to do it to provide for my family. Even if I’m tired, I do what I need to do (my team calls me the “trouper” because no matter what, I’ll work). I spend a lot of time with baby Hank. Sometimes it’s a full week, seven straight days, every minute of every hour. So I don’t feel bad if the next week I spend seventy-two hours away from him. I know we get a ton of time together and I’m lucky for that. But those seventy-two hours that I’m away I try to book as much stuff as possible. If I’m doing a book signing in Chicago, I’ll also make sure I do an Ab Cuts signing in a GNC store, or host a party at a club in town that night, all the while doing interviews and anything else to fill up my time and be efficient while I’m away. I read once that