Nothing makes me quite as happy as a bath filled up with bubbles. Water rejuvenates. I don't take sissy baths, I take it seriously. Water as hot as a car in summer, enveloping, whole in its heat. I slide in, keeping my hands out so they stay dry. And then I read. Soaking, reading, pleasure. I have been many places in my bathtime. Traveled to different worlds and back. I especially like sad stories because nosy husbands don't make you feel silly for crying. You can blame it on the bathwater. A book and a bath are what I think of when days feel long and work seems endless. I like to think that everyone has that one thing that makes it all better.
And then there are days when even the bubble bath doesn't seem like it will work. Days when I miss my Mama. Days when I knew I could have done more. Days when I gave my best and it just wasn't good enough. On those days, I don't read, I just lay there. I pour in a little extra bubble. And fill up that bathtub even higher. And then I realize, I just gotta get out. Cool off. And keep goin.
beautiful - glad you have a place to 'escape' to. we all need that.
ReplyDeleteAmen to that. I still enjoy a nice long soak in the tub - it seems to be my 'very own place' where no one can bug me, no one's screaming "mommy!' and the hubby just plays the Xbox and leaves me alone. Ah, the joys of life.
ReplyDeleteWine + bubble bath = bliss.
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