Well That Was That

A dreary Saturday afternoon. Rain and thunder outside the window, Niko asleep in his bed, Nina and I cuddled together in my bed- she watching Power Rangers, me on the computer. Kaveh managed to get a day off to go see The Watchmen - all 3 hours of it. I see this as an opportune time to take a hot bath and read my trash gossip magazine.

I'm in the tub, it not even full yet, and in walks Niko, with bright red cheeks and hair sticking up. "Turn the water off, Mom", he says. "I want you to get out of there". "No Niko, Mommy needs a bath", I explain. "Well I need to go potty", he blurts out. He climbs on the pot, a mere 2 feet away from the bathtub and a few minutes later my fresh-scented bath starts smelling a little stinky. Great, he pooped. I have to get out of the tub to wipe him. Then I need the spray. I settle back into the tub, then in walks Nina. "I want to get in", she announces. "It's really hot," I explain, "like a hot tub". "Ooh, I love hot tubs!" and a few seconds later her little naked body is climbing in the bath. Niko shortly follows her lead, then starts crying that it's too hot. That's it, I'm out. The kids stay in, I turn on some "cold trickles" and they entertain themselves in my bath for a while.

But I'm not really mad - I know the day will one day come when my kids don't want to watch me take a bath or cuddle in bed with me or have me wipes their butts. Well, the latter I could definitely do without, but the point is that I should savor these times. At least that's what everyone with grown children tells me.