Remember when playing in the tub was exciting adventure? Now I'm lucky to get a 1o minute shower without someone busting into the bathroom (ok, mostly Livingston, but that's because Beckham doesn't walk yet) letting all that hot built up steam out and allowing the blast cold air from the hallway in. I have to admit, growing up, we were a bunch of shower-ers (is that how you'd put it?) get in, suds up, rinse off, get out. In order for my sister or myself to soak in the tub, we would need to scrub the tub (because my parents were clean freaks) then we could fill it up to get it. For us, getting to play in the bathtub was a special treat, like going to Chuck E Cheese or a pizza buffet. I remember dragging all of my Barbies and two Ken's into the tub with me, the Barbies would have bathing suits (I especially loved my Malibu Barbie with the tan lines) and my two Ken dolls would just wear their creepy flesh colored built in underwear.
And the bubbles...oh the bubbles! I didn't get to play in the bubbles as much as I would've liked because growing up I had sensitive skin. But when I did get to dump half the bottle of Mr. Bubble in, man oh man...there was a party tonight!
Now a days Livingston showers daily and gets the treat of a soaking bath once in a while...but way more often than I did growing up. I have to say, Beckham, that boy loves his bathtime. I think he could be totally pruney and still not want to get out. He just sits there yet he is probably having the best time he has had all day.
I feel like I need to just soak and relax sometimes but always feel like I can justify it. I always end up winding my brain around something and telling myself I have no time. I think if I could knit or crochet in the tub, I would find more time to do so. I guess even when I try to relax, I'm still trying to multi-task my favorite relaxation activities. They'll need to make waterproof scrapbooking a cardmaking supplies so that I can stamp and glitter out birthday cards while Calgon is taking me away. But as awesome as a handmade card is, would it really be as great if you knew it was made while a person was bathing? It makes me think of that Seinfield episode, the one where Kramer was multi-tasking and made salad while he was bathing. Everyone thought the salad was fantastic...until they found out that he made it in the shower. Yeah, even I'm not that weird. If you ever get a handmade card from me and it has a watermark on it, trust me, it was a spilled drink, not bathwater.
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