I like to have a bath.
Well really I love to have a bath.
But the problem is, and I suspect it will be one many of you out there will sympathise with, I don't have the time to have a bath.
A quick shower between shouting at the kids to HURRY UP!
Getting school uniforms ready, force feeding a reluctant 4 and a stroppy 8 yrs old unhealthy non nourishing sugary breakfast cereal and shouting at the kids to HURRY UP! whilst running about trying to work out where they have put the shoes this time is all I manage these days, if i'm lucky.
So if I actually manage to fit a bath in its a really special event.
Tonight I knew it was going wrong when there was a slamming on the bathroom door.
"Mummy what are you doing?"
"Having a bath sweetheart"
"Can I come in?"
"But I need to"
"No sling your hook its my bath not yours."
I lay back in the warm and comforting water.
Moments later I realised both the battle and the war were lost in one fell swoop.
The bombshell was standing amidst a pile of discarded clothes and starting to make a serious assault on the bath.
After a lot of whinging about how the water was too hot and then weeing in it
the Bombshell settled down to play a fantastic game.
Washing Mummy's hair with shower gel.
"No I don't like that stuff. This is much better"
"Oh ok, bad hair day tomorrow then"
But then that quickly, half way through rinsing Mummy's hair with soapy wee wee bath water, became boring.
So I spent the next 10 minutes having my head slashed open by Wolverine and then having the blood wiped away by a Ben 10 flannel.
In the end I gave up.
I can always have a shower in the morning
Please please can you all reassure me that this is normal.
Tell me that girls are also this gruesome and invasive.
Happy Sunday night to you all.
Love Nora xxx