This week my husband gave me the pleasure of an invitation to take a relaxing bath.
Here is how it went: to borrow the book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie:
If You Give a Mom a Bath
If you give a mom a bath,
She will need a drink of water,
She will tell you the tub is dirty,
So she will need you to clean it.
While in the tub, she will get hot,
Her drink of water will get warm,
She will need a cup of ice.
She will need some mineral salts,
And noticing that they are out,
Try the bubble bath, and maybe a few oils,
That will work, for a moment.
If the bubbles run low,
She will need more,
You will have to run to the store.
While at the store, pick up a new razor,
Oh and can you get a gallon of milk,
Since you are there,
Pick up some lunch meat.
And the couch cushion needs cleaning
So get some of that.
While you are out could you bring me the phone?
Did you see where my book is?...
Oh, and a candle to read by.
Can you get me an extra towel?
And crack open the window?
I could use some light music,
And maybe a new loofa.
Back from the store,
She will need a new drink.
Could you bring me some Tylenol.
The bath is giving me a headache.
Seriously true, Mr. B didn’t know what to do.
In the tub until 2 (AM, yes, that is two in the morning.)
Okay, so it doesn’t rhyme, but I didn’t want to embellish it.
How long until you think he will pour another bath tub for me?
And by the way, has anyone out there noticed that taking a long hot bath gives you a hangover. I always do get a headache, hence, the Tylonol. I think that my heart pounds so much, my blood pressure must rise. Or maybe because while I am bathing I think too much about everything from how I REALLY feel, to what else I need to be doing. IDK.
Anyhow, happy blogging, and make yourself a happy moment today. Take care.
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?