On luxury.


Bath time.

For me, not for A.

Now that I am a parent, I think I am starting to finally understand the truest meaning of “luxury.”

Example: pre-baby, I could care less about taking a bath. I don’t say that to mean that I enjoy being stinky and unclean because I definitely do NOT. However. Taking a bath was not a particularly favorite past time of mine. I preferred the shower: get in, get out, all done. No complication, minimal wait time…showers were perfect.


Then I had A. And I became a stay-at-home-mom. And all of my day -save naptime!- revolved around his needs, wants, etc. Now, I am addicted to taking baths. Addicted, I tell you!!! There is NOTHING more invigorating to me than drawing a super hot bath, dropping a bath bomb from Lush into the tub, and reading whatever book tickles my fancy for an hour.

Without a baby.

By God, I love that hour.

Did I mention we don’t have a bathtub in our house???