It’s after 9:00 pm. Kids are in bed. I have just crawled into a piping hot bathtub with bubbles a foot and a half high. Twilight book number 2, New Moon, is within reach to the right, and to my left, a bottle of talking rain, yes, even with a straw. Bliss, no?
Nature calls child #1 to take a #2 in the one bathroom in our house. She is so apologetic as she turns on the fan. I scowl, and sink below the bubble line. She’s sweet and while she is doing her business, she draws Mommy in the tub:
Its cute huh? Except for my HUGE knees, and cankles. Yikes. Look at all the bubbles in my hair! She loves to draw, little sweetie. And she was in there a long time. Of course with it being a small house, when Nature calls, other folks are usually with in ear shot, so after she finished, child #2 came in to do, yes, #2.
Can you BELIEVE it?! My gosh! He was in there a while too. He read the paper. Just kidding. I love my children, truly do. But no luck on catching a moment of bubbly bliss tonight. *Sigh*