Weekend Bubble Bath
Those with small children will understand this perfectly. I look forward, all week, to the weekend, when my husband will be home. And I can take a long bath or shower uninterrupted by our child.
[bubble bath]
For a brief 20-40 minute period, she will not talk to me through the door. And I will not worry about her at all. It’s the best. I can just stand under running water, or soak in a tub, mindlessly. Alone.
Today, I had the most beautiful escape to the shower. DH and DD were discussing the science of the coffee press. And I handed them the book Science is Simple
I had an extra little treat today too – a very weird soap that I ordered from Etsy. Activated charcoal and tea tree and some such. It lathered up nicely, and was slightly gritty at the same time. Ah, cheap entertainment.
I spent some more time this morning sorting family photos. Then I got all weepy and put them away. Bleck. I hate when I do that.
Of course, after I had put everything away, DD wanted to work on her scrapbook. No.
I have this massive to-do list that is only growing of stuff that is not urgent, but must be done eventually. You know, not the everyday to-do list. Stuff like get great-great grandpas clock repaired and get dad’s old slides put onto a cd so I can share them with my relatives. At this point, it seems insurmountable.
I am following the great advise my aunt gave me when my mother had a stroke: just do one thing every day. And then if you feel better from the one thing, you can do more. But if you don’t, just cross off the one thing and go back to bed, or whatever.
Excellent advice, really. It’s pretty much my philosophy to life. If I get the dogs out of the crate for a few hours and manage to make dinner and want to go back to bed, then I do.
I had a glimpse into the plight of motherhood when I babysat this little girl in high school. I remember once, I was cleaning up our dinner dishes and on the phone with her terrible father and she was tugging on my shorts saying, “Iz, iz, iz, IIIIZZZ!!” and I reply, “WHAAAAT?!?” and then she cried and her father was yelling through the phone and I broke a plate and then I cried. It was a bad 15 minutes.
Then her mother got home and apparently I was exhausted because the child and I were both asleep in the mother’s bed with my biology book, and I didn’t stir at all until she shook me awake and then I cried again telling her how sorry I was about everything and she gave me $20 extra dollars and told me to sleep on the couch because she wasn’t letting me drive the ten blocks home if I was that tired. So I did.