The kids have been going nuts recently--Christmas and cabin fever combined into general hysteria with some sleepless nights and vomit.
Nice image huh?
Anyway, being the selfish, horrid woman I am--I figured I'd go soak in the jacuzzi with some bath salts and a Stephanie Laurens book (I have never read her). So I lit candles, ran the bath, made it seriously hot just the way I like it, set the timer, jumped in and read one paragraph before the door opened. DD. With a big smile on her face she said, "I'm just going to get in with you, mommy."
Well, OK. A bit early for bathtime but only half an hour. I was a bit disappointed, but nothing serious. We discussed the picture on the cover of my book. I explained, that no I wouldn't read it to her.
"I don't mind if it doesn't have pictures, mommy." Thank God!
I was saved by the banging entrance of the wee monster with his trousers around his ankles, raring to go.
Thirty bath toys later, plus one spitting competition, my bath was over.
It wasn't a bad way to start the new year :)