Sanctuary or sewer?
I thought so too.
It had been a long day, I hadn’t showered and to be honest I stank! That said, there’s something strangely satisfying about your natural body odour. It’s a novelty to let yourself go in world where cosmetics, deodorants and sanitisers are rammed down your throat.
Well yesterday…I was like a stinky rebel and I felt proud!
Anyway this isn’t a post about growing your pitt hair, using deodorant or letting yourself go.
This is about having a bath.
So last night…I decide to get rid of the natural aroma and treat myself.
I ran the bath.
Poured in my special bubble bath into the running water like a soapy waterfall from a magical paradise.
Put Peppa Pig on for the little lady.
Lit some candles.
And got into the blessed bath.
I close my eyes and for a few moments mind takes me here.
I start to feel smug.
Fast forward two minutes.
The little lady trots in.
Leaning over I give her a cuddle.
This does not foot the bill.
“Cuddles!”, “Cuddles Mummy!”
I have two options.
- get out the bath
- get her in the bath
I go with latter thinking she needs a bath too.
Two birds one bath!
She is relaxed.
Peace and cuddles.
Let’s fast forward another two minutes when…
I feel her little fingers grip my shoulder.
Aw is she is cuddling me?
I love her so much!
I think she is actually cuddling me!
She grips a little harder and nestles her little face into my neck.
Aw! My heart fills up.
Shit! What’s she doing?
“Are you OK baby?”
Before she could answer I saw it…
The brown log blissfully floating in the bath with us like it’s on vacation in the Bahamas!
“Poop!” she says.
“Yep. That’s a poop”
“Oh… and there you go again”
It’s getting crowded in here!
Time to abandon ship.
I pull the plug.
Dodging the floaters and making a swift exit whilst wondering if my daughter thought I smelt so bad she could shit on me.
I’ll take a shower next time.