I want a bath!

Can I first of all make it clear that I am in fact quite clean, well very clean actually. But it struck me today that I haven't had a bath for ages, maybe even years.

I uses to love baths back in the day. You know, the baths where you could lie for hours, relax by yourself, maybe read a book or even have a cheeky glass of wine. Those were the days! The last time I actually remember having a bath, it was definitely not alone, I had at least one of my tribe splashing me and climbing all over me and I seem to remember having at least one small plastic toy firmly embedded in my bottom.

Now I'm lucky if I get five minutes in the shower without all hell breaking loose between my six and seven year old or my two year old daughter crashing into the bathroom and hammering on the shower cubicle.

Yet those few brief moments under a jet of hot water ( that is if the teenager hasn't been in first, he actually sits down in the shower and then wonders why it runs cold!) are pure bliss. A few minutes of me-time, a chance to think.

Earlier this evening I was running a hot bubbly bath for the children and I just thought how lovely it would be to just dive in and have a soak, then the troops arrive and start arguing about who is going in first.  So the moment passed, but each time I run another bath I gaze longingly into it's depths, imagining myself immersed, eyes closed and not a child in sight.

Well some time soon, it will be mine. I am going to book an hour, get my hubby to occupy or even better, take the children out and I am going to treat myself to a damn good soak.