Tub Tranquility

Rarely do I leave the baby tending up to my husband to do solo, but tonight I really wanted to soak in a hot bath up to my neck in sudsy water and not have to think about the sick munchkin and keeping her happy.

So I passed her off to my main squeeze and grabbed pjs of choice and closed the bathroom door and did my best to pretend I was in the tub of some tropical cabana.

I heard playing and crying come from the play room, the living room, the dining room, the bedroom.

I heard all the tryings of a man with a baby both at odds with each other in search of World Peace.

Then I hear a knock on the bathroom door, "Whatcha doin'?"

"Trying to soak."

"I don't know how you do this all day long. She's crazy."

I reply with silence.

As I listen to my husband's forlorn feet shuffle away from the bathroom across the wood floor, I hear, "Man, I wish I had boobs."