It just occurred to me that I haven’t had a bath for a very long time. It’s not that I don’t enjoy them. It’s just that my baths (the very few I’ve actually been able to have in my life) usually go a little something like this:
Me: rush home from a hectic day at work. All I can think of at this moment is a glass of Cabernet and a candlelit bubble bath. But first, I need to make dinner, feed the family, help the kids with their homework, send the older two to bed, do a bit of chores around the house, put the little twinkies in their cribs… then run the hot water while I’m rushing around the house trying to get everything in order so when I finally do end up in my bubble bath, I can relax.
Prep time? About 2 or 3 hours
Bath? About 30 seconds
Then it starts.
I hear, “Mooooooooommmmmmm….. my brother won’t leave me alone.
Them: she started it.
No he did.
No she did.
Who are you gonna believe?
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. (usually it’s HIM crying because she hits him and he doesn’t hit back)
Mom, she hit me.
He started it.
She hit me.
I’m not complaining, though. Really. It was mostly just an observation.
I haven’t had a bath for a very long time.
And my teenagers haven’t been pesky little fighting pre-teen boogers for even longer.
Gawd I miss that!
*Plus, I thought this twinkie-taking-a-bath picture was sooo cute I wanted to blog about it.*