Oh what I would give for a soak in the bath!
I’m lying in my candle lit bath, surrounded by luxurious bubbles, sipping red wine and eating a galaxy caramel. My head is nestled snuggly on my plush bath towel folded in a neat square at the end of the bath. I am lost in chapter 7 of my romantic novel and don’t have a care in the world………………….
Hmm, not blimin’ likely!
This little fantasy is a distant memory of my pre- motherhood ideal evening. Any time I get a bath these days, it is certainly not this idyllic paradise.
On the odd occasion I have locked myself in the bathroom and tried to have a little ‘me time’ whilst the boys play wii with daddy, I have heard the little footsteps of my youngest padding up the stairs wondering where on earth his mummy could have got to. His little built in radar knows exactly where I am and I simply can’t bear to ignore his little cries coming through the door. So, my luxurious bath for one turns into me plus my little one………… plus 3 toy boats, 6 squirty ducks and some little coloured cups with holes in which apparently are great for pouring water over mummy’s head! Oh, and of course, I am suddenly up the tap end so that he doesn’t head butt it whilst tossing his little head around in the heights of excitement that a simple bath seems to provide.
If my bath isn’t being hijacked by toys, then there is always someone needing the loo and asking me to get out of my lovely warm bath to wipe their little bottom, or baffled little faces questioning why if mummy doesn’t have a willy then where does her wee come out! And don’t even get me started on the time I stupidly left the bathroom door wide open and was greeted by the builders waltzing past thanks to my husband letting them in!
So, you can understand why I have now given up trying to find a bit of luxury in the bath these days. On cold dark nights like tonight the thought of getting wrinkled fingers and toes in a bath that is ever so slightly too hot is very appealing. But, I have just got the boys to sleep and the thought of running a bath, setting my candles up and getting the essential chocolate and wine just all seems far too much hassle. Especially as sods law states that there is likely to be a little voice crying out for me moments after I have sunk under the mountain of bubbles. So, for now, I will just have to go for second best and curl up in my onesie with a hot cup of tea. And thank you very much to the person who made it acceptable for us grownups to wear such a great product, even if my husband refuses to wear the very cool Batman one I gave him for Christmas.