Who’s heard of the children book Five Minutes’ Peace? You know the one, the mummy elephant just can’t get 5 minutes peace from her 3 kids. Well, that’s what it feels like for me too.
The other night I gave myself a little treat and run the bath (something I rarely do anymore, showers are all I have time for). The hubby was home, Lamb was happy playing downstairs, so I used the opportunity to have ‘5 minutes peace’.
Or so I thought.
About 2 minutes after getting into the bath (in fact it was still running while I was sat in it), I hear footsteps in the hallway and muffled voices. Hmmm… maybe Lamb wants to use the toilet? That’s totally possible as he prefers the toilet to the potty.
Who can guess what was about to happen?
Yep, you got it. Lamb wanted to get into the bath with mummy. And what’s worse, Daddy was allowing him to!
I couldn’t believe it. My one and only bath I’ve had in ages. When I say ages, I mean about 2 months! Since we had out new bathroom fitted that was the second time I’d used our new bath!
I’m suddenly being surrounded by toys, and I’m not talking about cute bath toys. Oh no, we are past that age now. Lamb wants ALL of his toys in the bath. You name it, he wants it.
So tonight I had the pleasure of playing with his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse figurines (absolutely not made for the bath), his red race car, his teapot from his kitchen, his Fireman Sam helicopter (which isn’t small) and a few other bits.
I looked at my husband and said “is this really happening? I can’t get 5 minutes peace?”
It was at this point I giggled to myself, realising I sounded a lot like one of my favourite childhood books. When I was younger I found the book funny, but from the childs perspective. Now, I’m totally on mummy elephants wavelength.
But, you know what? I got over it. Lamb was happy and loving bath time with mummy (something we rarely do).
It reminded me of bathing with him as a baby (which we did a lot), and made me realise he’s still my baby and always will be.
So what if he wants to bath with me, drive his race car up and down my leg and pour ‘tea’ on my head?
Life could be seriously worse, couldn’t it.