I decided it was time for me. Just a little me time. I don’t think I was asking much, just a half hour in a bubble bath without anyone banging on the door or screaming like the Antichrist was in the room (which he is, I’m pretty sure it’s my 2 year old son).
Being sensible I waited until the kids were both in bed and had been for an hour. Bubble bath, glass of wine, scented candles,my eReader – all good to go. I gave my husband strict instructions to leave me alone, and I turned my phone off. I sank into my luxurious bath, fully prepared to enjoy myself for the next 60 minutes….yes I wrinkle like a prune, but it’s worth it.
I had enjoyed maybe a full five minutes when the door burst open and my 6 year old announced “I HAVE TO POO!”.
I barely had enough time to jump out of the tub before I became ensconsed in little girl stink. My hubbie asked if I was going to go back in when she was done. Um, no I don’t think so. Again, not the aroma/feeling I was going for in there.
When I was young, like 25, (oh dear God that was so long ago I think I need to take a break and have a little cry). Ok, all better, anyways, when I was young, me time was a manicure, a new hair cut, a long nap whenever I wanted it to be. Shopping for clothes was fun and I could walk out to the store whenever I wanted with no thought about who was watching whom.
Tell me, what do you do for some alone time? Some cherished me time? Some I need out of here before I go on a killing spree time?