Finding Time For Me

At 7 pm, I am drawing a bubble bath and sit down for a moment, enjoying the perfume of the wonderfully scented bath soaps. For a moment, I feel like I am under 35 again. I look around and there are no candles in the bath or a glass of wine. Reality begins to sink in and my fairytale moment drifts away. It is time to get my head out of the clouds and yell downstairs.
“It is time for a bath!”
I heard the sound of little feet coming up the stairs. It is bath time, so no need to call a second time because selective hearing rarely applies to this time of day.
7:30 pm, I have a ½ hour. I would love to use this time to write something clever for the blog but I have to pick up the toys, load the dishwasher, get a drink for the little person’s bedtime, come up with a clever book, make the bed, grab the pajamas, and manage to get a glass of wine for my husband. Yes folks, it is maid duty while the little one enjoys the tranquility of a bath.
8:02 pm, I am just in time to watch one mermaid game and beg her to get out of the bath and go to bed.
8:15 pm, we are dressed, teeth are brushed, and the milk is ½ gone. She does not like either story that I have chosen, so now I have to make up one that she thinks is silly. A mother’s work is never done.

8:35 pm, I just realized she is stalling and does not want to go to bed.
8:45 pm, lights are out regardless of whether she wants to go to bed or not.
9:00 pm, two hours after I started the bath time routine. I am exhausted. Almost too exhausted to get a shower myself, I grab a glass of wine.
Back upstairs to take a shower, and the Husband shouts “did you grab me one too?”
At this point, I take a lesson from my six year old: I turn on selective hearing and pretend I heard nothing, turn on the shower and take a little time for me!

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