When did a bath become the most luxurious thing to look forward to at the end of the day?

A long shower, taking my own time, using creamy body wash and a special scrub to slough off all old skill cells, tiredness and worries of the day.  Sometimes I go the nine yards and light candles. I look forward to it so much that I’d be angry at Jr for coming home late thus causing me to prolong my wait for the beloved shower time. I just snapped at him in fact for merely suggesting that he take a shower before me…

I cant shower comfortably when Im at home with Oth. This ridiculous notion was birthed while he was still a new born and I watched him vigilantly (even when asleep). Id take snap showers.. three minutes, is my record I believe. In fact long before Camp 2010, I had practiced the principle; turn off the pipe, soap up, turn on the pipe, rinse off, then get the hell out… not in an effort to conserve water but so I could hear every anticipated sound from our bedroom where Oth soundly slept.

Another strategy was to shower before Jr left for work in the mornings! Now that would make my whole day considerably better! But when that failed I often waited until the six o clock hours before I had a really decent shower. It wasn’t so bad when Oth became a toddler, walked, watched TV and could be held spell bound by it long enough for me to indulge.. Then that was at the apartment which was completely baby proof… But here in this much larger house belonging to my hoarder mom (love ya mom), I leave Oth in a room by himself and images of things crashing down on him invade my mind… Him putting his hand in the toilets or finding objects to ingest… For example!! This morning I caught him trying to drink some cuticle oil which was packaged in a very enticing  glass bottle with an unusual shape..which toddler could resist??

Its not just me though, Oth also seems to think that I most definitely should not have a bath when he is awake or around. Once I get in the tub (this has happened too many times) he would appear in the bathroom, try to get in the tub or throw things at me, or just deftly move the curtain and burst out in a peal of uncontrollable giggling…(what does he see that’s sooo funny?)

I just find it impossible to relax in the shower when Oth is here…. So I maniacally defend my shower rights once Jr gets home. The bathroom becomes my place of escape, if only for a few minutes, Im just tending to me…. Hmmm I wonder how I would manage as a single mom?