When I was little, my mom used to take scolding hot bubble baths for what seemed like hours. I always wondered what the hell she did in there all that time. So as I got older, I would bring her a little glass of Amaretto, hoping to possibly catch her turned into an alien or wolf.
Alas, she was just an overworked mother, trying to steal whatever time she could to herself.
Now as the mother of an 8 year old myself, I found myself in a scolding hot bubblebath last night, enjoying the silence and solitude. Except replace the Amaretto with Vodka. I finally understood why my mother stayed in there so long, and I planned to do the same. I was willing to turn into a human raisin at that point.
All I could do was smile.
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