Get a Room!

So I had the recipe for complete relaxation tonight...

1) Candle lit bathroom
2) Bath& Body Works Aromatherapy stress relief bubble bath
3) Hot water (I tried this last night but ran out of hot water!)
4) Sleeping kids (this is a miracle)
5) Purple Panty Dropper (this is a "name" for a bottle of wine from Germany..coined by some pilots that Eric works with....it is OK for me to drink this while the husband is gone because having 2 nine pound babies has made me immune to its effects)
I fill up the tub and begin to smile. It's not often I get these simple pleasures anymore. My friends can tell you that in my care free single life I could often be found relaxing in a candle lit bath tub with soft music and a bottle of wine. This usually occurred before a long night of partying so the effects of the relaxation was counter productive but it was nice! I have always been one that feels if you cant take care of yourself then how can you take care of others? So, anyhow, I get the chance to pamper myself for once and I am extremely excited. I plop down on the Dora bath mat and start to fill the tub. (Did I mention I use my bathroom to bath my kids?) The aromas of my bubble bath fill the air, the taste of the wine fills my mouth and the sound of running water lulls me into complete bliss. I close my eyes and get completely sucked into the moment....life is good. About the time the tub gets done filling I turn it off. This is a mistake...the running water was apparently doing a great job of drowning out the cries of my three month old. I contemplate turning the water back on even if that causes the tub to overflow just so I can have a few more minutes of bliss. Unfortunately I am not one of those people that has mastered the art of ignoring a crying baby (especially my own). I really feel that mothers who can just let their baby cry must have some supernatural power that enables this. I feel like my soul is being sucked out of me and pulled toward my baby when she cries. This doesn't last forever as I have learned with my three year old...there reaches a point where this pull turns to a mere tug. I cant find it in me to let a little baby that doesn't know how to express herself any other way cry though. I will admit I have tried it but I always resort back to my ways. Back to the point.... I am in the tub eyes closed having flash backs of my care free days. I am thinking of the times when people would tell me and my husband to get a room because we were so in love and could not keep our hands off of one another! This all seems like the very distant past. I turn off the water and hear the baby cry. I attempt to grab a wash cloth and instead get a bath toy... I knock over my glass of wine...stand up quick...almost pass out because I like my water so hot....sit down on the side of the tub onto and rubber ducky that sprays freezing cold stagnant bath water onto my butt and I think to myself...get a room.... what a concept!

Here we go!

Well being the outspoken and very opinionated person that I am I figured that I would start blogging. This will also spare my friends from listening to my rants and raves and keep my fb status updates to a minimum. Sometimes you just gotta get things off your chest. Please feel free to comment or not! My main goal is to find stress relief without making others insane with me...I figure if can humor a few in the process why not. Life has definately became a lot more interesting since I have entered the domesticated life of marriage and babies!