I just want a bath

This was my view from the bathtub this morning.

This was also my view from the toilet this afternoon.

Not to mention, my view from my closet as I attempted to get dressed for the day.

Yesterday, Nick took Amelia to the store with him, I tried to wait until the door closed before I jumped off the couch with more energy than I've had in the past 5 weeks. You see, Bennett had just gone to sleep and I had a hot bath, some dark chocolate and the newest Ensign waiting for me! I was about to enjoy my first quite bath in well over two months. Not 3 minutes into my self proclaimed hour at the spa...and I hear whimpering. It turns into soft cries, I pretend he is just having a bad dream, babies have those ya know? Oh they don't! Damn. Of course, you already know, those soft cries turn into full on screams, and before I know it, my wet magazine is sitting on the floor and my naked post baby body is stomping through the house to pick up the said child. My first hot bath in months has now become a bathing zone for Bennett and myself. I may have lost my alone time for the day, but then I remember that in 50 years, I won't remember my "hour at the spa", I'll remember the day I was bathing with my babe and he smiled at me for the first time. And now, he is slumberously sleeping my my arms.