so the other night i decided i was going to pamper myself and take a bath. a long, warm, bath- that's all i wanted. i couldn't even remember the last time i had been able to do such a thing, so i figured i was overdue. i know better than to try and do stuff like that when the kids are awake, so i waited until they were in bed and got mentally ready for a "princess moment". i'm sure that pregnancy is reason enough for a long bath, but i justified my indulgence by going over the fact that i had been really busy packing, cleaning, being a mom, and the fact that i couldn't remember the last bath i had was just WRONG. (for the record i have been showering- it's not like my life is so crazy that i've abandoned personal hygiene)
kids in bed- check
mental justification- check
alright, i'm settling in, starting ro relax and just when i get to thinking "wow, i really feel like a princess right now, instead of a tired mommy." CRASH!! the stupid thing that holds all the kids bath toys falls right on my head. it hurt. a lot. and it totally ruined my zen moment.
turns out reality can't escaped by just running a hot bath, especially if you don't use bubbles. but the only ones in the house are dora bubbles and i refuse to take a dora the explorer bath.
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