Bathtime

Yesterday after work and a visit to the chiropractor I stumbled into the house and decided I wanted a bubble bath. I knew I had at least a half hour (maybe longer) before Mike and the boys got home and my sore and tired body needed a good soak.

This was probably my first bath of the year. I normally only take showers, but every now and then I feel like sitting in hot water.

I borrowed the Mr. Bubble from the boys and dumped a good amount in. I eased myself into the water and then was entertained for the next 20 minutes or so by my cat, Maeby. She had never seen me take a bath and was quite fascinated. She perched herself on the side of the tub and leaned in. She touched the bubbles with her paw and I blew them in her face. I dropped bubble clumps on the floor and she tried to bat them around. When they stuck to her nose or paw, she’d run backwards.

I heard the back door open right about the time I was thinking of getting out. I had left the bathroom door ajar because of Maeby and knowing three boys would potentially come barging in, I covered up with bubbles. Mike and I are thinking Liam is probably too old to see me naked but that didn’t stop him from walking in, saying, “take a bath,”  and begin taking off his clothes to join me. When Liam’s shirt was up and over his eyes I took the opportunity to stand up and grab a towel. I thought I should change the water for him, but then Mike walked in and said he was filthy and it wasn’t necessary.

As I stood in the tub, Liam sat on the edge, swung his feet in, and peed. Then I stepped out and he stepped in.