In the current landscape of my life, personal time has become a rare commodity, particularly in the sanctuary of my own bathroom. Once a place of solitude, it now features a children’s stool for reaching the sink and toilet, accompanied by a vibrant shower curtain that loudly declares, “This space is family-friendly!” Opportunities for a tranquil shower or a soothing bath are scarce. Thus, when the rare moment of peace arises, I seize it with both hands.
I gather my essentials: a fragrant candle, a supportive bath pillow, and a towel that, while not freshly laundered, has dried off my children after their own baths since the last laundry day. A tray sits across the tub, ready to hold my book and a glass of wine. I pour the wine generously, intentionally exceeding the fill line, and embark on a search of my bedroom for the book I began reading eight months ago. Surely, it must be somewhere in this room. After all, it couldn’t have possibly made its way into the diaper bag during our last outing—what kind of break would I expect to have then?
As I flick on the bathroom light, the harsh fluorescent glow threatens to ruin my relaxing vibe. Lacking a dimmer, I substitute with a nightlight from my son’s room, a Spiderman design that casts a soft, welcoming light. Striking a match, I light my candle, which doubles as a cover for any unsavory kitchen smells; its label claims “Homemade Cookies,” but let’s be real—it’s more like “Vanilla AF.”
Pulling back the shower curtain reveals a canvas of bath crayon doodles left behind by my children and a drain in dire need of cleaning. A collection of slimy bath toys decorates the tub, which I promptly toss into the sink before reaching for the cleaning spray. The chemical scent fills the air, oddly soothing as I spritz a little more into the surroundings.
After scrubbing the tub, I turn on the water, only to discover a lack of bath bombs or salts. A quick rummage through the cabinet uncovers a bottle of bubble bath featuring characters from Paw Patrol. I unscrew Chase, the bottle’s head, and watch the blue liquid pour out, transforming into a cloud of tutti-frutti foam beneath the flowing water. The combined scents of the bubble bath, the Vanilla AF candle, and the cleaning spray create a surprisingly pleasant aroma.
As I strip off my tank top and leggings—remnants from my maternity wardrobe—I throw them into the hamper, only to find my long-lost book nestled within. My toddler has taken to hiding treasures in there like it’s a magical realm.
Once I’m undressed, I step into the tub, only to find the water lukewarm. Memories of running the dishwasher while searching for my book flood back. A little less-than-hot water won’t deter my quest for relaxation; I can always add more hot water later.
Settling into the bath, I take a long sip of my chardonnay, which is warmer than my bathwater but still delightful. Just as I’m about to dive into my book, my child bursts in, announcing, “I need to go now!” After he’s settled comfortably on the toilet, he inquires about my activities and expresses a desire to join me in the bubbles. I explain that this time is for me, emphasizing the necessity of alone time to avoid becoming irritable. “But you’re already really grumpy,” he counters, leaving me to ponder the truth of his statement.
After some time, I return to my bath, book open, and take another sip of wine, realizing enough time has passed to replenish the hot water. The bubbles have mostly dissipated, but as I turn on the faucet, new ones begin to form. Water streams from beneath a rubber whale designed to keep our children safe from the edge of the tub. I feel my body relaxing as the temperature climbs.
I finish the last of my wine, trying to recall the plot of my book from when I last read it. The house is quiet, and my eyelids begin to droop. I hope my husband has managed to put the kids to bed. With the bubbles now vanished, I release the lever for the drain with my toe.
Next time, perhaps I’ll opt for a nap instead of a bath.
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