Last night I took a bath. It was a nice bath … Sabine had been quite the pill all day and I needed to time to unwind. Pre-Sabine I used to take long, hot baths in our jet tub. I would light some candles, pour myself a glass of wine, and relax to whatever was the soulful music du jour. Sometimes Brandon would join me and we’d have a romantical bath, complete with long discussions about our future and kissy faces.
Last night I took my bath in a jet-free, short tub. When we moved we decided no more jet-tub for us. I’m short and they’re deep. Bathing a baby in one is practically impossible. My short tub bath left me with cold boobs and a cold post c-section pooch. I no longer have any candles in the house because they make my child sneeze so there was no flickering candle light. Instead of music, the sounds I heard were Sabine banging on the bathroom door screaming, “Mama! Where y’at?” and Brandon saying, “Peeeeu! Did you poop?” My drink? Budweiser. In a can.
And yet, this was likely the most relaxing bath ever. I can’t remember a time when I NEEDED a bath quite as much as I did then and, although the soundtrack has changed, I love the “noise” that is my life.
I have no excuse for the crappy beer though. You got me on that one.